Eliot/Jo
After she was seated, he took his own seat, sliding the menu towards him and opening to the first page. "Once," he replied, looking up to give the room a quick appraisal. "In Japan." He'd been working at the time, his dining partner had been a policewoman who thought she was sitting across the table from a reporter, not a thief. That night hadn't gone quite as expected - and that wasn't a complaint. But he preferred the company he had tonight, someone he liked being around.
Taking another look at the menu, he started laughing. "I don't think so," he replied, shaking his head. "The last time, I had to take suggestions." Flipping the page on the menu, he scanned the dish names. "Sushi your kind of thing?"