"That was my thought," she says, looking over at him as he looks through the menu. She's already made up her mind to order every single desert. And the bread basket. Though most of it, she fears, will go untouched until she gets drunk enough to want nothing more than to stuff her face with cake.

It's happened. We can all blame Cooper and Cesare for that one.

She'll go ahead and order the one that does everything- nails, toes, hair. Oh gosh, it'd be amazing to have someone shampoo and play with her hair. Massages as well. Hopefully she wouldn't even think about Bill once. Though that depended all on how drunk she got.

"We don't need to eat, if you don't want to. I can order something later." They could sit and just... make a plan, maybe.