“Can’t
believe that worked,” I said.
“Ayup,”
Jack agreed, staring at the pancakes on the end of his fork.
I took a
bite of my own, but I was slowing down. I might only have one or two more
stacks in me.
So did
Wally’s, and Wally was the casualty, slumped on the table with his head down,
lightly snoring. Anna Maria had actually stuck napkins to his forehead for an
impromptu sleeping mask.
“This is
like the end of that movie, is it not?” Anna Maria asked.
“What
movie?” Natalie asked, contemplating the haphazard house of bacon she was
constructing.
“Los Vengadores.”
“What’s
that?” Jack asked.
“Avengers,” I said.
“Oh, you
mean the shawarma scene. Yeah, I can see that.”
“Okay, I
think I’m done,” Kate announced.
“What,
don’t want to tackle any more fallen angels?” Jack managed a weak chuckle.
“No. I
intend to screw the brains out of Matt Allen for giving us the answer.”
“Give him
one for me,” Natalie added, holding up the strip of bacon.
“Hey,” I
said.
Natalie
shoved the bacon in my mouth.
Mmm, bacon.
Kate
wobbled out of the restaurant as our French-speaking waitress dropped off the
check.
I grabbed
it, taking a look. “Damn, what’s the exchange rate?” I asked.
“Ouch,”
Natalie said, leaning over to look. “Not good enough to make much of a
difference.
“Not it,”
Jack said.
We all
followed suit, except for Wally, who still snored. I passed the check to
Natalie, who passed it to Jack, and then Anna Maria, who fished into Wally’s
pocket for his wallet, taking out the gold card.
“You know,
I like this place,” I said, taking another bite. “What’s the name of it again?”
“Saugenay
Flapjack Mill,” Natalie said.
“We should
come back.”
“Especially
if Wally’s buying.