Richard snorts and rolls his eyes, "Sorry. Chicks, girls, women, dames, ladies, female presenting human beings. Whatever."
"And I'm sure you did but my brain is barely working." He says and takes a long sip of his black coffee. "I barely remember my own fucking age right now."
"If we were in an old detective novel you'd totally be a dame." He says with a little smile, "You'd be 'that crazy news hawk dame with a pistol in her purse.'"
Richard meanwhile orders some bacon and toast.
"Yeah 42, and mostly just to make sure I don't have to mock you for calling yourself old. I hate it when 20 somethings are like 'omg I'm sooooo old now'."
"Yeah exactly!" He says, a little more strength in his smile. "Although with your line of work and mentality maybe you'd be the detective in the story, that would be a cool twist."
He laughs and shakes his head.
"No, but you're not some dumb twenty something either. Thank God."
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"And I'm sure you did but my brain is barely working." He says and takes a long sip of his black coffee. "I barely remember my own fucking age right now."
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The waitress returns and Lois orders some pancakes, because why fucking not?
“42, right?” She asks Richard after the waitress leaves. “Why’d you ask my age?”
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Richard meanwhile orders some bacon and toast.
"Yeah 42, and mostly just to make sure I don't have to mock you for calling yourself old. I hate it when 20 somethings are like 'omg I'm sooooo old now'."
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Looking up, she blinks at him, her face serious now. “Are you saying that I’m old?”
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He laughs and shakes his head.
"No, but you're not some dumb twenty something either. Thank God."