( Not being able to go anywhere yet doing all these things. Familiar, but definitely worth feeling uneasy - this is not his turf. He can't reign supreme over everything and he can't control things. ) I'll be sure not to go there, then. The last thing I need is to suffer a death within a death.

Hm.

( He steps closer to her to see the menu, too. For whatever god-riddled reason the question makes him wear this idle expression like it's an advanced math question. In reality, he's not sure if he should allow himself the pleasure of it. He loves sweets but quit eating them a long time ago. )

That's fine. Order whatever you like.