"Hmmm," Denny tapped her bottom lip, thinking of the most appropriate response to the request, "Well... Denny! There's an interesting story behind that nickname..." She paused, thinking of where to begin, looking out the window, she could see the detritus of the city flying in the breeze as they drove down the suburban street, rare were the reanimated standing sick corpses of Colorado citizens, but they did remind her this wasn't some evening drive.

"My father is..." The words came automatically, she hadn't even taken a moment to consider her family in all this, "...was, a doctor. But when I was coming up, he was still in med school. So him and his work friends, they'd go to-- you can probably already tell-- Dennys... Well, my mom was still doing her hippie thing, so I'd actually be going with him to all these late night Dennys trips. I mean, he'd never outright ignore me, I'd always get to go in and get something. But, I wouldn't know [i]why[/i] so I started asking him, and he'd always cook up some fantastical answer, that late night Dennys was magic. Really, it's just that he'd a med student in bum-fuck Colorado and Dennys is the only thing open, but I was young, and I started to believe the stories he'd tell me about the magical food..." 

She caught a glimpse of Charlie's appraising eye before continuing, "... So I'd always ask for Dennys, because I thought it was magic! Breakfast, lunch, and dinner, I'd bug everyone about it-- there was only one nearby too, so I got to know the employees. Eventually I became 'little Dennys,' which is... really cheesy, now that I think about it... but that made it's way home and into school... Eventually I did grow out of eating that stuff all the time, but the nickname stuck, kinda. So, when I um, got into music, and being serious about it, I needed a DJ name, so I went with Denny!" She gave another thoughtful pause before finishing, "But really, I don't even like Dennys now..."

Danielle's head tilted as she leaned over toward Charlie, "Okay! Your turn!" Really. If it wasn't for the occasional walking corpse or gunshot in the distance, this night would have been downright pleasant.