He had ordered lasagna for his main dish, and it was still bubbling a little from the heat, so he decided cutting it a bit and then letting it sit was better than just diving in and scalding his tongue. Really, he wanted to keep his tongue in good order, just in case things went well after dinner. He did smile at the fact that she cut her spaghetti, it was cute and endearing, and amused him.
For a moment, he was caught a little off guard. "Well I hope you weren't considering converting, because then I'd be a bit left out to dry." He was tempted to ask about the "men" part of their conversations, curious if he'd entered into there, but knew there was no un-awkward way to breech that topic, so he didn't touch it. Especially since the men topic led to the lesbianism topic, that couldn't mean anything good. "While I would support whatever decision you made on that topic, I'm going to put in my vote against you going lesbian, just for the record." Of course, just as he said that, the waiter decided it was the perfect time to refresh their drinks, and gave him a very strange look. George just gave him a confident nod of the head, not at all uncomfortable by his presence.
"Yea well Katie is a sweetheart, I'm not surprised. And I bet she had no complaints about your food, and told you there was nothing to make up for as well." It was no secret that George and Katie were very close. He saw her as a little sister, and treated her as such, which of course included the good and bad, but she didn't seem to mind too much. "I'll have to teach you how to cook sometime then," he added.