Dastardly. Ingenious, even. Leon snorts and settles down across from César, reaching out for a french fry.

"Yeah, I'll bite. The fries they make here are - I mean they're fine, but they're pub fries, not fast food fries, you know?" You start to miss the real garbage after a while, even when you're a gym rat like Leon. Some indulgences are just too important.

(He does, in true American fashion, go for the ketchup without hesitation, eyeing the mayonnaise with some mild puzzlement.)

"Yeah. Fell off the island and out of time for a little bit there. Still getting my feet back under me. Good to see you again too, though."