Ben ran a hand through his thick, dark hair as he sat there, letting his food go down. He wasn't entirely sure what to do, but as usual, it didn't bother him. He had an old soul, and simply enjoyed letting his mind wander as he sat patiently. That is, until a napkin tied to a hand flashlight hit the counter in front of him. He blinked his brown eyes, and unwrapped the Napkin. 
He looked back to the...pixie that had thrown it. He nodded, his face giving a light 'yeah sure' expression. [@Pineappletumble]