Kitty rattled off the order, the items arranged the way he preferred them, and then waited to make sure he repeated them back correctly. Not that he ever didn't, because he was a good chef and fry cook, but she wouldn't be a good bartender if she didn't make sure.

Once he had, though, and he'd settled in to work on it, it left her with a dearth of things to do besides stand at the bar and try not to sink into her hurt and anger. So instead, she leaned into the wall beside the prep area and said, "Longest list so far," casually, like she was commenting on the weather.