"Good choice," Bob or as she learned his real name was actually Robert, Robert Durrell, encouraged her by praising her choice. Apparently the guy wasn't as horrible as she might have initially assumed. Moon smiled with a nod, "What are you having sir?"
"Nothing special, just shrimp salad, now that this, another fit as a fiddle Zoldyck, has pointed out my belly problem, *he pointed to Ford who shrugged* I feel inclined to it. But that French onion soup does sound lovely. Mind sharing a spoon or two?" He joked.
"Wouldn't have it any other way." Moon replied just as frankly.
No wonder Ford so easily calls her by a pet name and joke about his big belly, the man was so frank with even Moon whom he's meeting for the first time. She found no reason to be any rude with him at all.
