““I can take care of myself, thank you very much.” Cole pulled a tomato half out of the salad and stuffed it into his mouth. “That’s right. I heard you and Ron were good friends,” Booker said innocently, the first clue a joke was coming. Booker was many things, but innocent wasn’t one of them. Cole studied him for a moment. “Okay, I know I’m going to hate myself for asking, but who is Ron?” Cole leaned against the counter and folded his arms across his chest, looking every bit the 6'3 3/4" that he was. “You know, Ron, as in Ronald McDonald.” I groaned. That was bad. “I can cook,” Cole said indecisively. “Doc, you’re the only person I know that can burn water!” “I have never burn–okay, once. Are you ever going to forgive me?” “You ruined my favorite pan!””
