"Of course." Between Eames' wallet and Cesare's generosity, they can get whatever the hell they want. He doesn't have much of an appetite either, but he might as well indulge.

They probably look quite a pair as they walk in, Nancy tired and, well. Not dressed her best, that's for sure, and Eames still in his tracksuit from this morning, but Eames holds himself like he could be wearing a bespoke suit straight from Milan as he offers Nancy an arm. A light glamour, to make Nancy look a little healthier, but otherwise fuck it.