It looked like she took the one with spinach in it so he took the french omelet and ate it with military precision. It was nice to have a meal in a safe place with rather good company.<br/><br/>“I know I didn't have to, but the desire for you to have something nice to eat when you woke up was there.”<br/><br/>What would he do now that he didn't really have a reason. There was no use going back to the bar, he really wasn't fitting in there. He didn't have a job, or a real place to hang out.<br/><br/>“I would like a job.”<br/><br/>He said with a nod as if he had made a decision. And really he had just at that point, if he had a job then he could fit into normal society right? At least that was the train of thought he was having right at this moment.<br/><br/>“Can you help me with that. People in this world have normal jobs, something they work every day and it makes them more of a continuity right?”<br/><br/>He really didn't know at all. He had no clue what the real world was. He knew the monsters that lurked in the shadows, the beings that held the true power. He knew nothing of nine to five jobs or anything of that nature. There was something lost in his eyes when he asked, like he was just searching for some sort of beacon to walk to. Something to give him direction for a little bit until he figured out what this 'normal living' stuff was.