Skye wasn't quite sure why Junior had such a stick up his bum about the "authenticity" or not of Bendelli's. She didn't...<em>think</em>he was Italian, but still, maybe he just had a more refined taste. Of course, she never really cared for "authenticity." To her, lasagne was lasagne, and Bendelli's made a pretty decent lasagne. Still, it at least was a place they could all agree on, which made these meetings easier.<br/><br/>With a cocky smirk, Skye gave Dale a tiny wave of her hand, before cooing as the Raccoon took her in their arm. "What a gentleman," she teased, before slipping into her seat opposite from Junior, leaving Anya to sit opposite from Dale.<br/><br/>Rubbing her head, Skye looked up and grumbled, "Eh, the hangover's passed, but, shit, don't think I should have more than two glasses, tonight." She shook her head. "Yeah, didn't think I could find someone to watch over her, keep her safe, while--" Skye was halfway through giving a genuine, honest answer, before she stopped, considered, and smirked at Junior. "You pick out your dinner yet, Junior? 'cause I think this restaurant serves pretty nice dick, I'll order you one to eat, my treat."<br/><br/>Kicking back in her seat, Skye looked to Dale, before nodding her head towards Anya. "For real, it's alright if she's here for this? I thought it'd be better to keep an eye on her for the first night or two; may have, uh, won her freedom fair and square, but, don't want to risk someone coming to collect out of spite while I'm not there."