Riell looked back at him then at Dolores, her mouth falling open as the waitress took his money and walked away. Riell turned to Jeb, narrowing her eyes slightly, "wow, I thought I  was the one who was supposed to pay."  

Riell rolled her eyes but smiled, she highly doubted she would bring anyone here. She didn't have friends outside of a few of the shop owners she'd had small conversations with and even then none of those relationships were near the level of going out for lunch, "uh huh." She took another bite from her hashbrowns but his question made the delicious taste turn to ash in her mouth. Even with these years away the first answer that came to her were those perfectly tailored answers for interviews. She took a moment before swallowing and responding, "I have a little farm up on the mountain, I make goods out of what my animals produce and sell them online or drop them off at the farmers market and you know what I do with the extras."

Riell raised an eyebrow, "if we run into each other here at three in the morning we'd probably both need a ride home." She joked, thinking back to a few long nights that ended with heads in toilets and naps on cold tile floors. She could practically see Jeb's eyes glaze over as she spoke and glanced away, twisting the discarded paper from her straw between her fingers, "it's not a problem and your dads nothing, I've dealt with way worse before." She smiled slightly.

Riell rolled her eyes when he asked what the problem was, not going to give the low down on her history with addiction and how the only way she'd end up in that situation would be if she was drunk or high, which she didn't plan on doing. She grimaced a little at his talk of his dad, "I'm sorry to hear that...being close to someone who has a problem like that can be really hard."

"Good to know, I'll keep it in mind if I find myself lonely in the middle of the night and decide to look for you-wait, no," Riell frowned, her face turning a little red when she realized how that sounded, "that didn't sound right." She rubbed her forehead, trying to ignore the embarrassment, citing her lack of socialization for the strange words. "He might some day, it takes some time unfortunately."

Riell just shook her head, a relationship was the last thing she needed. She could already imagine how complicated it would make things but the shadow of loneliness crept up the back of her neck, curling around and settling on her shoulders like a too heavy cat wanting to smother her the second it got the chance. She gnawed at her lower lip a little at the talk of his dad, "unfortunately yeah, people only get help when they decide they want it. Even if you make someone go to treatment they need to want it for it to actually make a difference." She said, for her it had been hitting rock bottom and being put in a facility, it had helped her but only for so long until she relapsed until finally she hit the point where she had wanted to change for good and even then she sometimes felt the urge to go back to her old ways.

Riell tried not to grimace at his tone, it was obvious he was wanting to end this conversation and she wasn't going to push on it but she couldn't help herself from saying something. "And at least you're doing that." She said softly, thinking of the people she had met who'd had no one, some were able to pull themselves out of it while others continued to spiral until it was too late. She could almost feel his leg vibrating from under the table and for a moment she wondered if he had his own demons he was battling with but it wasn't her place to say anything. "You ready to get out of here?"

"Exactly and I we cant hog all the pancakes." She smirked, reaching over and grabbing her hat, pulling it onto her head then slid out from the booth. "I should probably get home anyway and make sure none of the goats pulled a Houdini." She rolled her eyes, knowing her dogs would keep them around the property but she had already lost one berry bush to the heathens and didn't want to lose another.

Riell chuckled, "I do have them go out to eat all the under brush, which can be pretty helpful but they're also kind of assholes and eat up my berry bushes or try to get to my fruit trees if the dogs don't keep them at bay," she told him, liking the way that they were able to get into small places and get rid of the weeds and annoying plants. "I do have a couple fainting goats though, they're good comedic relief," she added, "I kind of have a thing for taking in any animal that needs a home so I do have more goats than I initially meant to."

"I do have a few," Riell admitted, "I have a three guard dogs, the herd of goats, chickens, a couple horses, pigs, bees, and a cow." She listed off the animals, "oh and a really grumpy llama." She grimaced slightly, that creature definitely lived up to its stereo types and half the time she left him to his own devices so she wouldn't get spat on. "The shelter is trying to get me to take a couple barn cats but I'm not sure about that."

Riell looked back at Jeb, coming to a stop and smiled a little, "yeah, there's a flower meadow near by so I figured it would be easy, but I have to keep the hives away from the main part of the farm." She explained, the bees were probably her least favorite part of he homestead but she knew they held an important role in the ecosystem and if she had room for them she didn't see a reason why to not have them, plus there was hardly a fault with honey. She smiled a little when he brought up a petting zoo, she could already see the hassle that would come with it and the way it could harm her identity, "and have kids running around like even wilder animals? I think I'll pass," she joked, "as for the cats...I'll think about it."

"Oof," Riell grimaced slightly, besides peanuts she had thought an allergy to bees was probably the worst one to have since half the time when you got stung you didn't know you were at risk until it was too late. "That's kind of scary since bees are everywhere except in fall and winter." She said, looking over at him, frowning a little when he mentioned being sober, furthering her thoughts from before. "It's okay, I like my privacy anyway and opening a petting zoo just sounds like the perfect thing to destroy it," she frowned a little, "I do have a barn, well I have two small ones right now." She said, starting to think about how many cats she would need if she were to agree to adopting some.

"Do you at least keep on epi pen on you?" She asked, common sense would tell her yes but not everyone had it or were entirely that responsible. Her thoughts drifted back to the cats and she smiled a little, "maybe in a couple days I'll check out the shelter to see if they might be a good fit, I have too much to do today." She admitted, sometimes feeling like she was busier now than before with things she had to do on the daily.

Riell raised an eyebrow when he confirmed that he didn't have his epi pen, "well that's comforting." She joked and took her keys from her pocket and opening up her truck, glancing over at Jeb and offering him a smile, "it was nice meeting you..." she paused, "wait, I never got your name."