The owl squinting and aerobics were just a tad too much, and Martin had degenerated into muffled laughter that he was trying to hide against his sleeve. What? She made an entertaining owl.
He had to try to compose himself when the waitress came, and gave the woman a friendly smile, laughter still at the edge of it. Normally Frances dealt with the ordering and the adults and stuff, she was the adult between them. Though it might've struck the woman as odd that he was there without Frances. As if the owl thing wasn't more than enough odd. Attempt at looking composed was shot the moment the tiny owl skittered to his side to use him as a barrier between her and the waitress. After some lip-biting snickering, Martin manages to actually get out an order. "We'll have...a water. And two small milkshakes! One toffee and one oreo," he said with a bright youthful smile.
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