"No, not dumb. Worrying." Dinah was now definitely buzzed. Time to stop drinking. She put her glass down and bit into the Lancer, eyes rolling with enjoyment, and for the next few minutes there were just yummy! noises. When she could finally talk again, licking her fingers carefully, she said, "You were way more awake. Not just high school, but chef school, working in Santa Cruz-- is this the show? Or what?"

Or what: Selene? The restaurant? Not having piercings, damnit? Dinah reached out and TK-booped Priestly on the nose. "Why aren't you happy, dude?"