Well fuck if I'd known that I'd have just grabbed something off the floor. Thought you liked this sort of thing.

[ He's really trying to make an effort, and for him, for the things he'd think Nate would like from someone. He's not really figuring how that would be him.

He grabs a menu, flicking it open and giving it the once over before frowning. He understands nothing on it. ]

Salmon mousse? Why the fuck would you turn fish into mousse? Like the shit you put in hair?