Felix paused to bow at the title as sauntered over to the bar to unload the spoils, setting the plates down so he could begin to arrange fruit on one and the shrimp around the other. "I went water-proof," he explained as he revealed the contents of his towel. More food than they really needed, but who the hell knew who might see their conversation on the network and wander down for some potential solace. "Deshelled, but the tails are still on," he pointed out as he poked a finger at the bag of shrimp, then patted his hand on the box with the speakers in it. "And this was the backup plan, just in case that shit was pumping down here too, but I've got a shitload of music on my phone if you want to play around with it anyway." His hand moved, snapping and pointing at the finished, familiar-looking drink, his smile curling his lips. "Is that my baby?"