If there hadn’t been so much hair on Easton’s face, River might have been able to tell if the comment made Easton flush with embarrassment.

Token protest to their existence made, Graham took their orders and payment with the quick, professional actions of someone who had to move a lot of patrons through his door. Except the man had never met Bree. Bree, who could spend an hour staring at a menu in a restaurant. Give her more than three options, and they would be stuck for an hour.

To his credit, Graham tried to be patient. He waited. And waited. And waited some more. Eventually, he leaned on the counter.

“Darlin’, I hate to break it to you, but the options aren’t going to get any better the longer you think about it. I can put the meat on the fries or the fries on the meat. Or get you really drunk. But that’s it.”

As usual, Jessie—impatient as ever—was going insane. “Hey there, SH. Help a lady out. What’s good here?”

“SH?” Zoey asked.

“Sexy Hagrid,” they replied in unison.

The look that crossed Graham’s face was akin to a small child at Christmas. “Everyone’s eating for free.”

“He’s not like Hagrid,” Zoey protested. “Your muscles are much more muscly and less ogre-ish. And the beard is sexy, not off-putting.”

“Far sexier than Hagrid.” River winked at him while Jessie sized up his arms.

“Hagrid after a lot of cardio.”

Bree chimed in. “Maybe if Hagrid and a wood nymph had a slightly less Hagrid-esque child.”

When Easton stood, River hooked his arm and pulled him back down, snickering. “Come on. You’re one of the crew now. You’re going to get some ribbing. It’s part of the whole ‘we’re isolated on location, so we annoy each other as much as possible’ theory of surviving film shoots.”

“No cameras,” Graham warned them as he dropped a fresh basket of fries into the fryer. “I will deep-fry your equipment.”

“He actually will,” Zoey said. She flashed a pretty smile at Graham, then turned shy eyes to River. “You’re River Lane, aren’t you?”

“Most days.” River turned to Zoey with the friendly pleasantness she always took when meeting fans. “It’s nice to meet you, Zoey.”

Unlike with Easton, it was more than easy to see the flush of embarrassment on the other woman’s face. Zoey opened her mouth, then closed it again. She mumbled something close to it’s nice to meet you, then sat back down on her seat.

“Hey, East, I think my fiancée got starstruck,” Graham said, not unkindly. “Help a lady out? Anything embarrassing you could share about your companion over there?”

Oh, they were doing this now?

“Graham, don’t tease her,” Zoey immediately said. “I mean it, mister.”

“Can Easton tease her?” he countered. “They’re teammates. She said the ribbing was mutual.”

“Your ribbing gets mean.”

“Easton can tease me all he wants,” River told the other woman reassuringly. “Bring it on. When your life is regularly plastered over entertainment news, and rarely with stories that are true, you build up a thick skin.”