Chinese. Cal's second favorite type of takeaway (the first being Thai). And she even had excellent taste about where to get it. He gave her an impressed look, nodding. "Sounds like a plan. I'll make a note of it for when they spring you from this place."
Kissing the backs of her fingers again, Callen just gazed at her. "Well, I don't know you well enough for that yet," he said simply. "You look exhausted. Get some rest. I'll stick around if you want, or leave if you don't."