You Don't Speak Like a Little Boy

In exactly 7 minutes, a live report airs about a plane crash in Texas that's killed 14 people. Then you tell me, you just think one of my relatives had something to do with the crash. That's when I tell you that the gentleman that was here earlier, Oliver Marks, doesn't come here for the marginal coffee or runny eggs. He comes back because he's in love with you. It's something you've long suspected. The boy only has a few bites of pie left. So much like Oliver Marks, but without the romantic inclination, I came here today for the pie and the conversation.