The waitress returned with the drinks and leaned in conspiratorially.
"The two gentlemen at the bar have picked up your tab."
Dinah merely laughed and shook her head as the waitress walked away. She raised her glass to the men at the bar and then turned her attention back to Jen.
"I think you've hit the nail right on the head. I just hope that it never gets out its magnifying glass, just to see what happens when the sun hits us through that."