Donnie plasters what he hopes is a convincing smile when the waiter comes back, although at least there's no need to fake his amazement at the dessert that's set before them. "Ohhh sweet blueberry mascarpone cheesecake that looks delicious..."

Regrets for this entire outing? None. But the thought of eating and running still threatens to leave a bad taste in his mouth. Donnie does his best to compose himself once the waiter has left again, looking to Leo. "Do we wait for the check or..?" he asks, trying not to bounce his foot anxiously even as he subconsciously smashes his wallet against the table. His poor, poor wallet.