In direct contrast, Jamie is quite happily making inroads into his serving of green beans. Having Fuu cook for him was always welcome - more than welcome, really. A man could only live on Chinese takeout for so long, and whatever she'd done to the beans had made them quite delicious.

Her question caught his attention, and he looked up just in time to see her flush, his fork suspended in mid-air. He took that in, saw her smooth out her dress, and his eyes narrowed a little, thoughtfully. Was that new?

But the expression on his face was gone as quickly as it came, replaced by a bit of a crooked smile. "Aye, well, the band's scheduled to play at the Talon. And I thought I might stop by and visit Janet. She's supposed to be working the Malt Shoppe's booth again. How about ye? Do ye have any plans?"