Anya giggled, blushed, screamed through her own climax a few moments later, and then seemed content to quietly lie on top of Skye until she got her breath back.<br/><br/>"Hmmm. You want me as boy? Might work."<br/><br/>After cleaning up and getting a bit of rest, it was time to circle back with the rest of the team at Bendelli's Restaurant...which Junior almost didn't hate, as it was as close to authentic Italian food as one could come by around here. ("It ain't ketchup over egg noodles," had been his initial verdict.) Sure enough, the grim-faced Jackal was already waiting for them in a corner booth with a fair view of the front door, his back to the wall, his mirrorshades still on and his button down shirt looking almost Fed-perfect. As Skye and Anya entered, Dale slipped in fall beside them with a cheerful "they're with me, honey," to the hostess, who looked new.  The svelte Raccoon slipped one arm through Skye's and steered them toward the table.<br/><br/>"Look who I found," Dale chirped, sliding in next to Junior and letting Skye and Anya share the seat opposite.<br/><br/>"How's your head," Junior asked Skye dryly. "Couldn't find a babysitter tonight?"<br/><br/>It took Skye a moment to realize that the humorless man intended this as a joke. By Anya's grumbling in her native tongue, she hadn't gotten the memo about that part just yet.