So far the dinner was fantastic food-wise-- as he'd expected it would be-- and fine as far as conversation went before Cecilia had started talking. He was sitting next to Chase and Kiley with Marco and Juno not far across the table from him, and he'd been trying to talk to the people he was near but hadn't spoken with before. It really wasn't that bad of a way to spend an early evening even after the talk of house things they might need to work on started.
In all honesty, Lennon had been rather enjoying Kiley telling Pam she was full of shit... in a more diplomatic way, of course. He was also amused by Jack pointing out that one thing they all had in common was the attractiveness level. Fairly true for most of them. Personally he thought that they might never figure out what the main common denominators were; he didn't feel that it would have much to do with a basic thing like looks. He didn't much like Pam mentioning his name in what sounded to him like an insulting way, although to be fair, he tended to take anything Pam said or did with a bigger grain of salt than he would most people. He gave her a deadpan look and said, "We're both attractive and debonair as fuck... what else could it be?" Then he snorted softly and settled back in his chair, repressing the urge to tell her that he'd be cool with her getting back to Fletcher as soon as possible, too. He could be reasonably mature. Sometimes.