"Then why don't we shake that up?" He drums his fingers on the counter once, then turns with a wave for the customer service assistant (who still doesn't seem to understand why he isn't holding the phone anymore). "When you see a place that looks good, just point and yell.

"How's your lungs, by the way?" Bennu asks, trying to steer her towards the door now that their minds were, according to him, made up. She'd given him something to do tonight. The least he could do was treat her to dinner in return, and then they'd have something to joke about if he ever got bored and came to bother her again. "The bike works up a pretty nice wind."