Oh, the boy needed help... clearly as much help as Godot could give him.

And what was it with this place and the color red? It was obnoxious, to be sure... but as long as there was an extra pair of eyes then it really wasn't that big of a deal. Godot impatiently set down his cup and began tapping his fingers against the tablecloth. "Well, the world comes in many colors, Angel, one for every melancholy soul who dwells in it. And some colors just don't show up for some people," he explained in a manner which suggested he thought it made perfect sense.

When the waiter arrived, he sat back to let Mia do the talking, but interjected-- "Two more pots of coffee, my good man. The finest you have."