Stephen leans back in his chair, nodding. "Probably smart," he agrees. There are places they know and like, safer and more reliable than some restaurants in Darrow, but he doesn't have any particular inclination one way or another. Besides, as much as he tends to (try to) take the lead at work, sometimes he enjoys deferring to Molly. When she gets her way, she lights up and he finds it utterly endearing.

Not that he's ever said as much. He suspects Molly would find such an observation corny at best. He can't help it, though, if sometimes she's adorable.

"Well, it's your idea. Did you have anything in mind?"