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At Glenda's proclamation, Jerry's face went an interesting shade of green, "Ah... y-yeah, casino... ah..." He withdrew from Lawr's personal space, clearing his throat, "Oh, ah, hi again! Sorry about that, ahahaha-"

Thankfully, the food had arrived. At least something good to eat would clear his head a bit better, and he immediately started chowing down. In the meantime, he glanced up at the ceiling and mused, "Last time I was at a casino, I fell from like a hundred and fifty storieth window."

It didn’t take Matt long to look over the menu, squid ink? Not that his parents weren’t cultured or never took them once a year before the start of school on a fancy dinner but squid ink? The thought of it tasting like salty ink was not very appealing. Instead he would just look at the people who did order it and decide from there if it was something to try late in life.

The one he chose was the second set, with chicken stuffed full of ultimate goodness. There was also the promise of desert on the bottom of the menu list, he really really hoped that they were going to make it till then before something terrible again. A surprise would be if the doom was desert.

There was for a moment that Tori’s cheeks turned red, though he wasn’t sure what it was about. Kasi on the other hand made some comment about how she hoped soup would end up pouring on her head or even his if that meant they would leave. Again he ignored her not even returning some sort of snarky response to her and threatening to let her tarnish.

“You do? I would love ice cream. I mean I don’t usually eat lots of sweets but I haven’t really had cake or even ice cream since I’ve gotten here.” Matt replied thinking about sitting on a bench looking out at the ocean with his sister laughing next to him as the ice cream would dribble down on his fingers.

“Oh good. I mean not that I have a problem not eating something people are allergic to just… well you get it.” He started to laugh at his own grace of trying to excuse his somewhat appearance of making it seem he hated people with allergies.

“I think I am going to go with menu set 2… only because I have no idea what squid ink taste like and if it is anything like my mind is making it in my head its awful. Buuuttt” He replied setting it down and giving a bit of a smile. “I would like to possibly try it some other time just to see if I do like it or not. I am not against trying new food… just not as my dinner right away.”

When she asked about what he did for fun he sort of just paused as the gears in his head reminded him that it was probably things outside of being a doctor.

“Weeell… I can sew. I use to sew things around the house not that I’ve done much of that recently. I also used to read. I have this one book I keep re-reading because I don’t have a whole lot with me. “ He paused as the waiters came bringing out the dishes of food already. He nodded politely to the waiter who brought him his plate and another as one filled up his water.

“Oh swimming. I love to swim. I used to go all the time to the beach when I could, not like a serious gymnast swimmer but more of floating in it,” He replied giving a little chuckle, “What about you?”

"What are you eating?"

Ian leaned over and promptly stuck his fork in Quinn's food, bringing it to his mouth and chewing thoughtfully. "Could use more salt," he said cheerfully, after a minute, and winked playfully. "Or maybe some ketchup."

It wasn't entirely clear whether he was actually serious or not, Ian now leaning over to peer curiously at Dorian's food.

"So what's the deal with that girl whose number you just got?" he asked, taking a bite of the beef. "You into her, or something?"

Clearly Ian wasn't a mincer of words. He nudged Dorian's side and gave him a conspiratorial wink and a teasing grin before reaching for his glass of wine and taking a delicate sip, smiling against the wineglass.

"So," he said lightly, reclining back in his chair.. "Anyone else feel like this is all going a little too well? We had a murder, and yet we're all sitting here eating filet mignon and sipping a glass of '42 Chardonnay?"

A look was passed to Marcus and Cass. "This sorta thing normal here?"

"Elementary, my dear Watson," said Gale, almost automatically, and smiled at Stormy, lifting his class of Merlot and taking a small sip. He had no intention of drinking anywhere near enough to get drunk, but a small glass with an elegant dinner was something to be expected.

He'd stick mostly with water, though. Gale leaned closer to Stormy, dropping his voice to a lower, more conspiratorial whisper as though he really were becoming Sherlock Holmes.

"Poisoning seems the least messy route," he said, and then gave a small sigh, some of the teasing tone leaving his voice. "And the night is going far too well for it to stay that way, which means karma's about to come back and kick us in the arse," he mumbled, absently rubbing a thumb along the stem of his wineglass.

Ryan grinned, mouthing back 'touche.' It was Dakota. That was explanation enough for him.

Reaching for his glass of water, Ryan had just started to drink, when Kat poked fun at him. Which of course, caused him to choke on the water. "Wha--but we--wha?" It was the most he could manage after catching a breath of air.

"They made a movie about your town?" Evan asked. "That sounds pretty exciting."

He chuckled and nodded as she unknowingly summed up a good portion of his childhood. "My dad's side of the family's been in the Corps for generations now. I'm the last, I guess, unless my sister joins." He frowned in bemusement as Gnat recounted her dad's reaction to her brother's enlistment. "Why? There's no shame in joining the military, even if he did go Army. Well, no, I guess that part is a little shameful...did you ever consider enlisting with him?"

The food arrived then, and Evan took a moment to marvel at the beautifully prepared dishes of food he didn't have to cook himself with whatever ingredients he could find in the depths of the fridge.