Dilan just smiles at her and shakes his head a little bit.

Nan's, at this hour, is less diner and more Nan's house. The grand lady herself hugs Dilan and tugs his dreads until he's low enough to kiss on the forehead, "Two or three this morning, Dilan?" she asks familiarly, getting, "Two, Nan. My companion is an active mitochondrial, so the usual table for me and Braig is your best bet."