Donnie hasn't been to jail yet and if he had to he would rather it be on some extreme offense than the inability to pay off a dinner bill. The thought of calling Tony for a favor just sounds even less appealing, especially after the fuss Donnie had made at the parts shop before reluctantly letting the man foot the bill.

His eyes widen as he sees Leo slip the knife away as his intentions click into place. "...if they'll let us even do that much without calling security on us," he mutters, glancing around as he pulls out his wallet.

"What's the play?"