"Maybe you ought to ask her when she gets back?" Orsino said lightly, looking amused. "Some girls like to go after married men."
Pushed to the end of the table flush with the wall was a small, upright card with a list of desserts and coffees. He reached over to it and picked it up, giving it a cursory glance before waving it at Donaghan. "Have a look. We should just each order half and see how much of it we get through."
All this talk of flirty waitresses and girls that were friends-but-maybe-more, Orsino suddenly felt that he'd neglected to ask about what was going on in Donaghan's life. Some parts of it were common knowledge to him by now, given the latest happenings in the news, but there had to be some things that were actually good, actually worth talking about.
"But now I've talked a bit about what I've been doing," Orsino went on, dropping the dessert list in front of his friend. "What about you?"