A good, a corner table. Even if Atlas hadn't pointed it out, he would have suggested the same one. Josiah sat down and unwrapped his tacos. After a bite, he smiled as much from the taste as from the company he sat with. "I don't know why, but I feel really glad to be sitting here with you." He shook his head. Normally he didn't say mushy things like this, but perhaps it came from the totally un-mushy environment they were in. These sorts of things could only come out in a mostly empty fast food place. "I'd be so screwed if you weren't my friend."