A swallow of nearly half the drink left in cup and fingers clasped the edge of the nudge plate to bring it forwards greedily. Of course there was no way he would turn down the rest, Jory knew that, but again with the question a brow rose. Feeling a thrill of excitement rush over skin the mahamba all but inhaled the rest of the pasta on the plate before replying on a wipe of mouth, "let's...get out of here.." They could discuss the details once outside, a lift of hand and he called the server over, waiting of course for Jory to finish his bite. From there the check was paid and Zaire was trying to stand, the only encouragement that kept him from simply falling over in the booth seat for a nap was Jory and what he could do with him in that dorm after or with ice cream.
"We could ...always take some...pints back to the room?" Finally an answer as he stood with a pleased, full groan and rub of stomach.
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