"A big plate of scrambled eggs, bacon, sausages, hashbrowns, pancakes, and a pitcher of beer—"
"Hank, we had breakfast at home. And isn't it a bit too early for beer?"
Sitting in the diner across from the sheriff's office, surrounded by the aroma of sizzling bacon, pancakes, and the clatter of dishes, Alwin's jaw dropped as he listened to old Hank recite his hearty order to the waitress. When Hank ordered a pitcher of beer, Al misunderstood, thinking it was for all three of them, and hastily interrupted.
"Al, that is Hank's regular order," Dan explained, shaking his head.
Listening to his brother, Al looked at Hank as if he were staring at a medical marvel. Unable to comprehend how Hank's heart and liver were still functioning, Al sat in disbelief. The waitress, amused by Al's shocked expression, remarked, "Hank is big eater. Would you two gentlemen like coffee or something else?"