[ Cisco laughs at Taako's treatment of the waiter, and his grave expression and tone of voice as he delivers his half-plea half-warning. ]
No judgment, man, long as I can have a couple.
[ And they spend the next few minutes very contentedly devouring the fries: well, Taako does most of the devouring and Cisco steals a few off the edges. As Taako chows down, Cisco chatters away (he's tipsy enough that his verbal filter is a bit shot and he's even more talkative than normal) about french fries and their startling availability in Central City and his world more generally.
Taako polishes off the food in a pretty impressively short amount of time, and shortly after, Cisco sees his name come up on the board indicating who is next. That sets off a momentary spike of alarm, and he quickly takes another gulp of two of his drink. ]
no subject
No judgment, man, long as I can have a couple.
[ And they spend the next few minutes very contentedly devouring the fries: well, Taako does most of the devouring and Cisco steals a few off the edges. As Taako chows down, Cisco chatters away (he's tipsy enough that his verbal filter is a bit shot and he's even more talkative than normal) about french fries and their startling availability in Central City and his world more generally.
Taako polishes off the food in a pretty impressively short amount of time, and shortly after, Cisco sees his name come up on the board indicating who is next. That sets off a momentary spike of alarm, and he quickly takes another gulp of two of his drink. ]
Uh, so. Me next, I guess. What am I singing?