Atlas chuckled and nodded. "Yeah, kalamari sounds great. And don't worry, I've got some breath freshening potions back at my place. Lots of different flavors." He'd definitely meant it to be an invitation, but she would probably know that.
"The Mediterranean Steak looks good," he murmured. "I wonder if they'll make it rare." It was only a few days to the moon, and the mere thought of well done meat made him turn his nose up in disgust.
When she asked about registering, he shook his head. He didn't really want to talk about it, but he knew she wasn't going to give up on it. "No, not really," he said. "He claimed he did it because he was concerned. I just wanted him off my back. I knew he wasn't going to let up until I gave in. . . but I also did it for you."