Landon's eyes zeroed in on the pasta section of the menu, trying to decide if all their dancing meant he could indulge in lasagna. After weighing it up in his head, he shrugged and decided it did. It felt like a holiday, even if it wasn't, so it was definitely allowed.
He would have been happy to just dissect their entire performance all night but, figuring that the others might like a break from it, he took a sip of his drink, leaned in so he could see them all and said "Does anyone else have a sudden urge to run around playing cowboys?"