Mike pondered the idea of dinner but couldn't bring himself to will the motivation up to change and then call a cab and do all the other things that were required for going out to eat in New York. None of that sounded good and all he wanted was to eat and drink and try to relax. There was a five month back log of bad guys down at the precinct and he was desperately trying to work his way through it all. Home was going to have to be a low stress environment for him for a while.<br/><br/>"I don't know...I don't feel like hopping in a cab and doing all that for dinner..." he groaned, shifting in his seat.<br/><br/>He kicked off his shoes and reached over and poked Caroline in the thigh with a sock covered toe. Leaning his head back he looked at Kat and smiled slightly. "Unless there's something within walking distance I say some one other than me cooks." he gave a big cheesy grin hoping he'd be cute enough to warrant a night of not having to do anything.