*nods, his expression clearing somewhat* Yeah. Yeah, that'd be cool.
*lets go of your hand for a moment* I'll just call Mom - *fishes his phone out of his backpack and hits speed dial for home* Hey, Mom? Yeah, it's Gary. Uhm. Would I be in a little of trouble if I cried off dinner tonight? It's Arwen's last night in town and - yeah. *smiling warmly* Yeah. Hey, I'll help Dad out on the allotment this weekend, how about that? *laughing* Sure, okay. Love you too, Mom.
*hangs up and looks at you* So. How about we get our shakes to go?