By the time he joined her in the kitchen again he was closer to his normal self than he had been, but there was still a haunted quality about him, something in his eyes.  He demolished the omlet in record time, the coffee following quickly as he groaned in appreciation.  “I haven’t had real food in far too long… you’re a great cook Claire, much better than when we were in college, “ he teased her as he sat back and patted his flat stomach with one hand.<br/><br/>“Well.  We could go for a walk, if I remember correctly there’s a pier about a mile and a half down the beach right?  A couple of restaurants and some shopping.  Not that I’m really into the shopping part mind you… but we could see if there’s anything interesting going on, and it’s close enough that we can just walk instead of taking the car.  After all the time on that plane and then in the cab I’m not going to want to see the inside of a car for at least another twenty-four to forty-eight hours,” he said with a lopsided smile that was half apology.<br/><br/>“Either that or you could just surprise me, as long as I’m doing something with you I’m pretty sure I could enjoy anything,” he added after a moment’s thought, the compliment half flirtatious as he tested out the water and wondered if she’d even notice.<br/>