It's a good meal. It's good company. The food is fucking fantastic and the beer is cold and hoppy and it's just- it doesn't feel like he's been on the run forever. It doesn't feel like they've lost more or less a decade to the thing that ruined both of them. It feels like they're just two guys on a date in a low key place and that? that's worth everything.

Bitters even clears their plates when they're done but tells them not to move just yet. What the hell.

"...If Palmomo baked, don't eat it. Trust me."