He laughed too, a bit sheepishly. "Distracted by a million different thoughts."
Whoa, wait a second. Perhaps he shouldn't have trusted her. Chuck E. Cheese? Really? His eyebrows shot up so far, they were almost touching the hairline. "Uh...walking's fine, exercise is good," Paul said carefully as he stepped into the elevator. It actually arrived within a decent amount of time. "Did you want to stop at your place and put that in the fridge? We'll have to drink it some other time in celebration."
Did she seriously just suggest Chuck E. Cheese? The nickname 'Fish Boy' didn't register so much as the dinner selection. They were going to be bamboozled by a giant walking mouse. Dear God.