"That meal was really terrible, I thought diners were supposed to have good fare," Illya complained. "Is that not why truck drivers frequent these sort of places?" He stared at the sign in front of the Silver Cloud diner that read "Truckers Welcome~Great Food."
Napoleon looked at him, debating whether to get pulled into this conversation or not, but finally relented.
"Well if you hadn't ordered half the menu then you might have enjoyed what you'd eaten. I for one found my cheese burger delightful, along with the french fries, and the coffee was excellent," Napoleon countered.
"That is because you drown everything with catsup, with the exception of the coffee," Illya shot back. "My soup was too thin, the meatloaf dry, the coleslaw... watery, the rice undercooked and the beans...well they were flavorless. The tea was weak, the lettuce in the salad, limp, and the dressing was a mystery flavor. The only thing that was passable was the apple pie ala mode."
You know for a fellow who'll eat just about anything, that's a lot to have wrong with one meal. Any other complaints you have to make before we get going," Solo asked as the two got into the car, preparing to depart.
"I have gas," the Russian grimaced.
Without a word, Napoleon calmly put down the top on the convertible...