Isaac:
I pursed my lips and squeezed her cheek. "Zy...! That's not fair...!" I thought about it again, this time seriously. "You have to promise not to laugh, not even one little giggle!"

Isaac:
"Well...Before All this...I was supposed to make clothes but it was mostly..." I sighed, then continued, my tone a lot quieter. "It was mostly underwear." I put my head in my hands, waiting for her to laugh. "Happy?"

Isaac:
"Oh my god, Zy! You said you wouldn't laugh...!" I said. I wasn't really upset, but I was acting like I was.

Isaac:

"You did only say you'd try, I guess--But still, you didn't have to..." I couldn't even come up with what to say. "Zy, you owe me an embarrassing fact about you either now or later!"

Isaac:
"Fair point, I guess. But I don't know everything about you, Zy. Liiiiiike, I don't know what you're thinking sometimes. Most of today you were acting weird. Which was why I thought maybe you wanted to play leader for a while."

Isaac:
"Weeeeeell, yeah, that explains some of it, but I thought about it, that doesn't explain everything. And I think you should give it a little teensy try before you say that."

Isaac:
"Okay, Zy, I get the feeling I won't even be leading myself in a little while, But I'll take charge for now." I drew took the menu closest to me and stood it up like a tent for the heck of it. "You wanna order, Zy, or would you rather just infuriate that man with the mustache and leave?"

Isaac:
"Sure, I'll take it easy on the guy." I said calling him over.
For a minute or so, he absolutely ignored me, pretending he didn't see me and looking the other way. Then he sighed and came over, "Yes?" He said, simultaneously fixing the menu I'd set into a tent.

Isaac:
The guy with the mustache twitched before picking up a menu. "Miss, I'd have to say everything on this menu, being real food, is either meat or vegetables in some form." He said, rolling his eyes.
"Oh come on, there has to be something on there, not everything is a meat or a vegetable."
He sighed heavily. "Fine... What on earth do you eat then, Miss?"

Isaac:
He sighed and put the menu down. "You. Don't. Know? ...Nuts, with salt. Or perhaps cake of some sort, almost any kind of dessert. Or wait, maybe chocolate covered fruit." He said flatly.
I chuckled, and he tried to keep his composure.

Isaac:
"Then what do even eat, woman?!" The guy looked about ready to throw a menu at Zy, but calmed himself down when he saw people staring. "Well, then we come back to basics. Fruit, pure and simple. Maybe a 'smoothie' of some sort or--."
"But I wanted what she's having, And I can't have fruit." I interjected.
He looked at me like he was rethinking the menu throwing.

Isaac:
He thought for a second, still silently fuming "May I suggest toothpaste or something of that nature?"
"Are you kidding me?" I said, standing up. "Is that seriously your suggestion? If you're going to be like that, we can tell your boss." Inside I was about to laugh, but outside I tried to seem as upset as I could.