[It is fine -- maybe just the right amount of teasing, considering the slow flush building inside and around Keaton's ears. The tail continues to broadcast his approval of affordable dinner. He's never exactly been opposed to dumpster diving for his supper, but sitting down in a restaurant, having the meat brought to him for a change -- he'll be on his best human-pleasing behavior this time, too. No plunking down spiders on the table and inadvertantly terrifying the wait staff.]

Yeah, I know the spot. I've walked past the place a few times already this week. Smelled pretty decent. Should I just... leave right now? And meet you there?