Dean thought back to the same fond memory that Mika did, his mind almost not able to place her face on that innocent teenager she used to be.  But the memory was just as vivid.  The smell of her hair was part of the memory, and hadn’t changed much over the years.  Only the color had.  The smile on her face had changed slightly, less innocent now.  But he still loved the remnants just as much.  The date had ended in one of the most intoxicating kisses he had ever received before the bad.

He pushed the bad away from his memory, only concentrating on how simple and timeless the memory was.  He smiled externally and nodded his head, “It really does.  It has that feeling of your grandma or grandpa in the kitchen, which means they probably have milkshakes, if you want one!”

As the waitress approached the table, Dean glanced up at the specials on the wall, and he smirked at the name of one, and decided to try it.

“I’ll just have a coke, but I think I want to get the grand slammer toilet burger.”, he read out to her as he stared at the small menu.  The waitress raised her eyebrows at him, seemingly worried about his heart, and wrote it down on a ticket before turning to Mika.

Dean pointed at the board, and smiled over to Mika, “Ditch the rabbit food?”