Josiah tried his best not to glare at Atlas' arm when he wrapped it around his shoulder. He shook his head in a motion more jerky than it should have been. "You should never put a fry in a burrito." As the reached the restaurant's front door, he shrugged out of Atlas' hold and walked inside first. It was built more like a fast food place inside with a menu on the wall and a counter at the front. Only a couple others stood in line, so he got behind and focused his attention on the menu. Something with chicken for sure and simple. He did like simple food.