[He didn't like the fact that Edward was brushing off the idea of having a contract in place, but he recognized the handwave for the dismissal it was. He didn't like it, but he didn't push it, either. Edward was the genius, after all. He probably already had the contracts in place and Jason was just fretting over nothing.

He smiled and thanked the hostess as he settled into his seat, taking a moment to unwrap his flatware so he could drape the napkin over one thigh. It was good manners, sure, but it was also just as simple as Jason being well aware of the fact that he'd wipe his hands on his jeans if he didn't have the napkin there. He was too used to wearing his work coveralls, which were already stained to all hell. What more was a little fry grease?

At the tease, he glanced up, feigning a bit of excitement as he twisted as if to find their waiter.]

You really think they'd have it?

[He grinned, that goofy lopsided thing from the parking garage instead of the sleezy, overly charismatic one from the party.]

A burger. That's what I'm getting, anyway. I stole a bite of Roy's last week and nearly fell off the jack I was sitting on.