The funny thing is if Lola had asked for ice cream, the answer might have almost been the same.
He should refuse to talk to anyone except Agent 99.
Should have deep dish/pan pizza. A lot more cushioning.
Let me guess too. Is it “password”?
At my favorite ‘greasy spoon’, I already know what I like, so I don’t need a menu.
At least he didn’t whip out his phone to show you all of his ‘selfies’. “This is me at the beach, and this next one is me in line at Disneyland, etc., etc.”
Baby steps, Gracie. Baby steps.
I might have gone with something slightly different in the 3rd panel: When the light hits the leaves, they seem a little ‘brighter’.
This reminds me of a story from Ann Wilson of the band “Heart.” She hooked up with a guy after one of their concerts and she thought he was really a great guy until she woke up in the morning in the hotel room and could hear him on the radio asking the local DJ to guess who he slept with last night. He was in the next room on the phone. It didn’t end well.
I’d jump out before it gets to the part about “Rollin’ down the river.”