Hallbjorn did not make light of her mishaps with the lobster tail. "There is a bit of a trick to it." Was all he said on the matter. And if it bothered him that she ate so fast - it did not - he did not show it. But then he showed next to nothing to her.<br/><br/>"I think they will. It is very good so it is probably popular. Too popular to make it a limited time flavour." The blond man said to her of the peanut butter cup style of Blizzard. He noted her excitement and anticipation, and it touched him in a way that delighted him and made him want to retreat. When he saw the warmth in her eyes, his control slipped for a moment and a flicker of uncertainty played over his features before he schooled them back into impassivity.<br/><br/>"You are welcome." He said, even more reserved than usual. He finished his water, and rose from his seat, crossing around the table to help Kara up. It was gentlemanly - not like in her home where he had carried her around like a sack of potatoes. The man paid the maitre d' by shoving several bills into the latter's hand. The maitre d's eyes bugged out when he saw that Hallbjorn had carelessly shoved almost a thousand dollars into his hand. The blond male did not heed the effusive thanks. He also did not notice that the Scottish pair noted he was leaving too, and got up to settle their bill as soon as Hallbjorn opened the door to the night.<br/><br/>The pair got to their truck and used Hallbjorn's phone to find the nearest Dairy Queen. It was not very far, and Hallbjorn seemed pensive as they drove.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry about everything, Kara."<br/><br/>Hallbjorn said quietly, his voice uncharacteristically thick with emotion he was holding at bay.