Chris hops into the elevator with Ptricia and leans against the cage, nodding with a grin at her story. "I think at most I'd do a Mike Oldfield and get a guitar-shaped pool. But then again I guess this is your taste." Hearing your "background music" comment Chris hums Some Kind Of Monster with a grin on his face. "So, when you say "eating out" where do you mean? Where are we going?"