Pierce laughed at that. "Oh, all of us, huh?" His eyes twinkled deviously. "Fair enough, I guess." He too placed his napkin in his lap, picking up his fork and twirling it once before diving into the pasta.
He had forgotten that Naea was so young! Or at least, still not of legal drinking age. She seemed so much more mature than her nineteen years. "If you have a sip or two of beer, I won't call the cops. I promise," he winked. "But you showing off your guitar skills would also be appreciated. My son is a musician too, he'd probably appreciate it."