"Shall I bring the guacamole out first or would you like me to wait on that?" she asked in a pleasant tone. 
 
"Whatever," he shrugged. "Just it bring it out, honey. I don't give a shit." 
 
She left their table and stopped by mine on her way to the kitchen. 
 
"I'll give you twenty dollars if you put a booger in their guacamole," I offered. 
 
"Thanks just the same," she replied with the hint of a smile. "This one's on the house."