Hook leans against the wall, quirking an eyebrow at Jungle Boy as he towels his hair out, a deep frown on his face. "So," he says, pulling away from the wall and grabbing a bag of Doritos and chewing lazily on them.
"So," Jungle Boy says, voice muffled through the towel. "Thanks for pulling me out of there." He'd been struggling to free himself from the pile of garbage, made even more impossible with the weight of the garbage bag on top of him. The only thing that ultimately helped him find momentum was Hook arriving, pushing the bag aside, and giving him a hand to plant his feet and vault over the side of the dumpster and land back on the ground, a little dazed but all in all in alright shape.
Hook shrugs, chews another handful of chips. "I'm heading out, to that diner across the street. You wanna come?"
Jungle Boy finishes drying out his hair, dropping the towel onto the floor. "Sure," he says. Hook isn't very talkative, but with the mood Jungle Boy is in right now, that's more than fine.
"If we run into Danhausen, he may want to come along," Hook says, tossing his Doritos over his shoulder and heading for the door.
Jungle Boy frowns but says nothing, following Hook down the hall to the arena exit. They're almost to the door when Danhausen appears, and for a wild moment, Jungle Boy wonders if Hook can see the future. He sighs, not sure if his headache can handle Danhausen right now, but he can tell by the look on Hook's face that it's not his place to say anything, so he follows along quietly.
Danhausen and Hook seem unbothered by the cold weather, and Jungle Boy makes it a point to ignore his wet hair as he follows them. Thankfully traffic isn't horrible, and they cross the street without too long of a way and before Jungle Boy is fully aware of it, they're pushing their way inside to the nice and warm diner. He shakes his hair out and sits across from Hook and Danhausen, content to skim the menu while he waits for the waitress to return.
It's a strange meal. Danhausen talks a lot, in the third person, and Hook barely says a word at all, but there's still some weird sort of understanding between Danhausen and Hook that Jungle Boy can't make any sense of. They're polar opposites and most would probably think the two wouldn't fit as friends at all, but they do. Not for the first time, Jungle Boy wonders why their time as a team didn't last longer, but it's not his place to ask,
They've finished eating, stretched out lazily, finishing their drinks and staring at the bill. "Danhausen will pay," Danhausen says imperiously, feeling around for pockets where his credit card may be.
Hook rolls his eyes, Jungle Boy already reaching for his billfold, when the waitress returns. "Did you all enjoy your meal?" she asks kindly, smiling when they all nod and murmur approval. "Great. Whenever you're ready to pay the bill, just bring it up to the cash register and we'll ring you out."
Before Jungle Boy could move- Danhausen being stuck in the booth-, Hook gets to his feet and follows the waitress over. Jungle Boy and Danhausen exchange glances before heading after him. "I can pay for my own," Jungle Boy offers, but Hook ignores both of them, nodding at the waitress as she scans his card.
Hook signs the e-receipt, then takes his card back, and turns back to look at them. "Merry Christmas," he says before walking past both of them.
Danhausen takes only a second before echoing back, "Happy Christopher Massachusetts!" and following him out, leaving Jungle Boy behind, gaping after them uncertainly.
"What have I gotten myself into," he mumbles with a glance back at the bemused waitress before following them out into the cold.