He raised his hand, but as they got ready, the waitress reappeared with their food. "I have some french toast...?"
She set it down in front of Calliope and then held up the plate of pancakes. Puck held up his hand good-naturedly and she set it in front of him cheerfully before departing. Puck eyed the pancakes before looking up at her. "You win this time."
He began to cut up his pancakes into neat squares, a habit that he had adopted when they were young. She would know from experience that he wouldn't eat a single bite until he was done cutting. "What are you going to do with the surplus Magyck?"
He laughed to himself, finishing his grid markings before taking a huge bite of the pancakes. "Wow. Shy, sweet Calliope is selling drugs. My Calliope."
"As long as you don't threaten the integrity of the Ortus," he began with a small shrug, "I'm not worried. I don't think that there's much you could do wrong, Cal."
"Eh," he said, taking a drink of his water. "Even that, I think you'd deliver a good product, at least, y'know?"
They finished their food and Puck opened his coinpurse, paying the bill before gesturing with his head. "C'mon. I gotta go back to work and you gotta go to the Ortus."
As they left, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a key, offering it to her. “That’s to my apartment. 401, okay? I probably won’t be able to meet you there when you’re done, or if you want to drop off your stuff, so there’s your key for the week.”
