Andrew had finished his water and was looking around and seeing that everyone was clear and out of danger, started to walk towards India. She looked fetching in her pyjamas and he didn't mind doing a little fetching if he had a chance. His mind back on sex, well at least he was getting back to normal.<br/><br/><br/>He had been looking after the art work in the vestibules, knowing it's value and that it might be the last of the gallery left and worthy to display and get some money into the place. He watched as India made her way back towards him. She must have read his mind. He was hungry, all that energy sapped from carrying, lifting and the dismounting of stairs.<br/><br/>"Waffles. I could go for some Belgium waffles right now. Are we a little under dressed for a restaurant? Perhaps not. I think we should look into some sort of fun raiser to get the gallery back up and running. I was beginning to like that place. So are they going to be okay?"<br/><br/>He could see Aline and the others moving about and they looked like they were going to start heading to the Waffle House too.<br/><br/>"So India once again we are going out to eat. Does that mean it's a date, or is is this two dates? Sorry! Well it's nice that you're okay. It would have been a bad thing to have lost you."<br/><br/>Andrew wondered where that thought came from. Maybe his mind was still foggy, or it was the outfit she was clung too, or perhaps for the first time in his spoiled lifetime, he actually cared about someone else. It was a miracle.