Well then, guess I'll be gettin' a job. Probably in the Starbucks though, it'd be kinda stupid for me t'have a night-job if you go t'class durin' the day.

[Not that he made any promises to keep the job. He walks with Owen to the elevator, deciding it would be faster to walk to a place to eat rather than bother getting into the car. Luckily for Five, straight across the street is a place broadcasting itself to be a 'traditional American diner' and he makes a beeline straight for it, tugging on Owen's arm as he does so.]

Oh god yes, fat people food.