"Shrike," he repeats, at first thoughtful and then smiling. He's got a pretty bright smile, very earnest. When she motions to the diner's entrance, he nods and hops to, opening the door for her.

"The nice thing about this place is that I can talk about stuff without anyone being super weird about it. I mean, it's not home, but Tomorrow is one of the few places where I can be myself. Like... all of myself."

Beat.

"And the matzo ball soup is really tasty. I'd never had it before but it's really good."