Ruby, the waitress, was an older woman. Motherly, but not overbearing and her easy familiarity made even Illya relax.
"Welcome back, my dears. Mike came up with a new daily special - any of you care to try it?"
All three men agreed to order it, but April regretfully declined, asking for grapefruit and a bowl of cottage cheese. Ruby tsked at her, not scolding, but in a genuinely concerned fashion that reminded April of her own mother.
"Miss April, if you don't start eating more, these nice gents will have to start holding you down when the wind blows."
