Food was always a good thing. Callum loved food. He'd let Catherine pick, though, of course, not without much bouncing back and forth rather indecisevely on both of their parts. And why wouldn't Callum bring her back to the London Eye? it was a lovely place. The Ferris Wheel was his favorite place to think at the Cirque... why wouldn't he love The London Eye?
He sighed, "I don't know.. It was big, it was pretty.. it was in the movies. Full of fucking life and music, drugs, alcohol, and it wasn't home. It was scary and exciting all at once. Stupid, I know," he smiled softly, blue eyes watching Catherine run her hands over the rail. "No," he shook his head, "'s'that a good thing or a bad thing?" He bit at his lip again and looked back out toward the city, "if I could've planned it all right, I think I would've like to bring you someplace nice like this to ask you to marry me." He nodded, thinking quietly.
He scrunched up his nose, "I dunno. Pretty sure I was supposed to just live out my days in Edinburgh as an old miser, visiting museums and making my art, working in construction, and ending my day at a local pub. Boring as fuck."