She traded with him, holding out the menu with one hand and pulling the form across the desk to her with the other.
"I think room service might be the way to go tonight, don't you?" she asked Tom as she scanned the form, found his signature and the empty line below it, and added her own name in her usual free-form scrawl. Finished she leaned easily against the desk, twirling the pen between her fingers with a little smirk, "We can settle in and relax and save the night on the town until we've figured out what time zone we're actually in."