Steve did in fact want his pies warmed up, thank you Angie. His wallet took a bit of a hit, and his 20th century sense of economics cringed inside at the price for two small pies and a cup of coffee, but he kept it to himself. From what he'd seen so far, inflation meant everything was going to shock him by how much it cost, and the prices here were reasonable, for the amount of work put into making them. He kept an eye on Marie as she made the coffee, intrigued at the - to his mind - fussiness of it all, just for a cup of joe.

Settling down at a small table in a corner by the windows, Steve alternated watching the people passing by, and the other customers in line or already seated. Ordinary people going about their every day lives had always fascinated him, and he started tapping his index finger on the table, wishing he had a sketchbook and pencil on hand. He hadn't bought any yet, but maybe he should. He could come back here, try to capture... something. Contemporary American life.