Out of consideration for her date, Skye also ordered a vegetarian dish on the menu...granted, it was a very basic but rather large serving of lasagne, absolutely loaded with carbs. And though she promised herself no more than two glasses of wine, she was already halfway through her first glass before the meal even started.<br/><br/>"Huh... Think I'd rather hear it from Anya's mouth, but, so long as you can tell me enough that I don't accidentally blurt out something that triggers traumatic memories in her, I'd appreciate it, Junior."<br/><br/>She twirled her fork between her fingers, and a mischievous grin spread on her lips.<br/><br/>"So. About this...<em>job</em>you might have for us. It's not our racket. It's not paying well. So...it's gotta be something pretty special for you, of all people, to wanna bring it forward. Especially when Dale already said work was off the table."