That was the last thing that'd crossed his mind to do with her, and he gave her a wide-eyed expression, surprised she'd even mentioned that. He didn't even have words for that, so he didn't offer any sort of opinion on that. "Right. No dogs." And left it at that.
"They will be open for us," he answered, his hand never leaving hers even after they'd stepped through the portal. The place appeared dim on the inside, but it was just an illusion to keep people away that they were closed to the public right now. Stephen knocked on the door of the bistro and waved as he saw an elderly Italian man unlock it and usher them inside. He'd been expecting them, and inside, Zatanna would have seen a table especially set up in the back with candles and place settings all ready for the two of them. "Old friend. I aided him a long time ago."