They get to chat for a while, in the corner of the dingy diner— which is at least a diner, and a relief from the blinding bright lights and loud top 20 radio hits of the food court, while Daniel has been elsewhere. He doesn't hurry to interrupt, wanting to give the couple (who he assumes is at least working on it, given the way they act, the way they stare) adequate time without a third wheel when he's able. But they aren't staying long at this roadside layover, and Rachida and her convoy have long passed them, having stopped in briefly to refuel without lingering, hours ahead.

When he enters, he has two humans in tow: Bossy Tiktok adept assistant Jeannie, who Louis and Lestat have already met, and Jeannie's boyfriend, Mark. Jeannie still very much knows about them and, if anyone is paying attention, will notice Mark's thought process upon seeing the two men seated at the only slightly sticky table. Wow, they really are all vampires, he thinks, and doesn't sound as surprised or incredulous as he should be.

"Fellas," Daniel greets. "You remember Jeannie. And this is Mark."

Jeannie is cheerful, reaching out to shake again, happy to see everyone. Mark raises one hand awkwardly, artfully knotted hair and galaxy of freckles speaking to a spiraling heritage, calm demeanor betraying... something?

'Witch stuff,' is what they get, telepathically. Daniel is doing alright, splitting the conversation this way. Proud of himself. Anyway,

"They're selling donuts with cow blood glaze at the tourist trap donut place in here. With little plastic teeth."