With a little nod, Derek smiles slightly. "Yeah, I get that," he replies, side-stepping the 'if it's your time, it's your time' sentiment entirely because he knows that all too well. It's uncomfortable to think about how all the family members he'd lost had gone when they were mostly so young. Some of them were children, even. It's not something he enjoys contemplating if he can avoid it.
"Is that a Southern thing, then?" he asks, genuinely interested. He's not all that well versed on the culture yet. He's still learning. It's almost like a whole new world, in some ways, and Derek thinks maybe that — if he excludes the obvious: Lucy — might be the thing he likes the most about Alabama so far. "Don't judge me, but I've never had grits before. ...I don't even know what grits are." The latter part perpetuates the former part. He doesn't know what they are, so he avoids ordering them because he doesn't want to waste food if he decides he doesn't like it.
He can't help noticing that they're going through residential areas and he wonders what that's about; he can't imagine the restaurant will be on a residential street. "You sure you know where you're going?" he asks playfully.
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"Is that a Southern thing, then?" he asks, genuinely interested. He's not all that well versed on the culture yet. He's still learning. It's almost like a whole new world, in some ways, and Derek thinks maybe that — if he excludes the obvious: Lucy — might be the thing he likes the most about Alabama so far. "Don't judge me, but I've never had grits before. ...I don't even know what grits are." The latter part perpetuates the former part. He doesn't know what they are, so he avoids ordering them because he doesn't want to waste food if he decides he doesn't like it.
He can't help noticing that they're going through residential areas and he wonders what that's about; he can't imagine the restaurant will be on a residential street. "You sure you know where you're going?" he asks playfully.