[When it comes to looking like the world is crashing down, the girl's a natural. There's even a steady pinging of texts from her phone, which has him determine that she's got escape-based superpowers. He respects that.

Nevertheless, he resists flashing a thumbs up or any grins at that. If he blows this, she is legally allowed to murder him, probably.

He doesn't swig his own wine, because if both of them do it, that will probably be suspicious. Plus, nobody wants to pay for a drunk escort. Not that she's going to be paying, but still.

With all the food stacked up, he hustles out the door after her. He hears her giggle and he can't help one of his own. Mission accomplished. Mostly. Now the part where they go elsewhere to eat. She holds her arms out, so, he sets a box or two in her grip, splitting the load mostly even.]

No problem, Ryder. Glad I could help.

[Now he's grinning. Even as he peers down the street to see no park in sight.]

Could get a ride there. Or try and earn the food with a walk, I guess, but I think we already earned it.