The waitress nods and hustles back to the kitchen. Within moments she returned with a small basket woven of grass, inside was a neatly folded large leaf containing 6 sliced hard boiled eggs. They were cool to the touch indicating that they had been cooked earlier in the day and kept on hand. "Here you are sir. Have a good evening." Her manners seemed more polite and practiced and less comfortable than when she was dealing with Burt.

The men in the back sat back down. "Eh, what's it matter anyway?" He mumbled before they returned to their conversation.