[ Nate hasn't been sitting for longer than five seconds when a laminated menu is slid a foot in his direction, conveniently opened to the most important and critical section of any diner's culinary repertoire: breakfast. It's clear that eggs are the preferred vehicle of foodstuffs here and Nate, who is fond of greasy spoons in all their varied forms, isn't about to mess with a solid formula. ]

Could never get the hang of being vegetarian or vegan.

[ He says a little distractedly, scanning the expansive list of omelettes, frittatas, and scrambles. Nate picks something at random, pointing to a selection on the slightly-sticky sheet and glancing to the wait staff. They scribble something down and walk away, which gives him the opportunity to turn and look at the woman next to him.

Bundled, blonde, and nursing a glass of water. He raises an eyebrow at the latter and wonders how presumptuous it would be to offer to get her a coffee. ]

I grew up mostly in South America, it's sort of frowned upon if you don't eat meat.