When Cathy mentioned chopsticks, Lindsey made a vague attempt at not having to acknowledge his lack of skill in that area, but then he heard Peter echo the word. He glanced up to see him and Sarah exchange a look. "I prefer forks," he drawled simply.
He frowned slightly as he glanced sideways at the two women then looked to Peter. "I don't think they believe us," he said thoughtfully. "I can't imagine why."
Lindsey was in complete agreement with researching the drink menu and grabbed the other one, leaning over to share it with Cathy, slinging one arm over the back of her chair. "Anything you want, babe."