If anything, the weirdness only added to the familiarity of the demeanor and clothes. As Fiona slid into the proffered seat, it was on the tip of her tongue to to admit why she'd stopped and talked to him in the first place, but 'Hey, I'm talking to you because you remind me of this friend I have who also wears a lot of leather' seemed a bit much, even after the bit about the eggs.

"That wasn't a judgment call, about the meat," Fiona clarified with a bemused smile. "Sometimes a guy just needs a giant mound of bacon to go with his chocolate shake. Nothing at all weird about that." Her smile quirked, and she picked up her fork.

"I'm Fiona, by the way."