[Kiki takes care of the transaction and disappears to the back—but her eyes linger on Lars for a second as she goes, which makes him hunch with discomfort, eyes staring hard at the counter. It's probably innocuous, but Lars is paranoid.

Lars sits heavily across from Sadie, and now that they're somewhere—less candid, maybe, or in front of other people—Lars feels awkward.]

Yeah. Probably you're just too used to the donut smell, though. [He leans heavily on his palm, elbow on the table.] Bet Jenny and Kiki are friggin' sick of how this place smells.

[He pauses, raising his eyebrows and glancing towards Sadie.]

Oh. Uh. Thanks, by the way.

[Lars is really bad at having manners, because he was raised by crabs.]