Staas shared the secret smile with Ira, but merely nodded at Ori. "That's the one. I haven't had pastries like these since I was a kid. I suppose you can find good bakeries in LA and Vegas, but not nearly as easily." He took a bite of pastry and filling, letting the sugar sit on his tongue for a moment before chewing and swallowing.
He nudged Ira's shoulder with his knee, giggling. "I know you two haven't been in yet. You think you ever pass through those doors without me hearing about it from the staff? Even if I'm not there, the next day they'll ask why you were there without me."
He grinned at Ori's attempt at feminine wiles and shook his head in a fond manner. "Any night this week, you two are welcome to come for dinner. Or lunch, but then I'm the only entertainment you'll get, I'm afraid. And officially I'd be on duty, so." He shrugged. "Dinner's better. You pick the day and time, and we'll be ready. And anyway, you guys can totally come here another night too. If you want, I mean."