"Dinner. Molesting takes energy, you know," Oliver joked. He climbed out as well. The power had gone out, but there was still some fading dusklight coming through the window.
New drinks retrieved and the cell phone now providing light, Oliver found the dinner table rather cozy and intimate post-quake. He liked it. Of course, he wasn't exactly right in the head. "Romantic rather than adventurous. A step up from the past."