"It looks fancy," he comments lightly, looking to Yancey. His smile widens in anticipation of what he's about to say next. "Hopefully we won't be too..." He giddily rocks onto the balls of his feet to deliver this sick pun: "-- baroque by the end of the night."

Ennis laughs at his own joke, which seems even funnier after he's downed few glasses of wine. Too good, too good.

Once the moment has passed, he warmly agrees with Yancey's suggestion and adds a new warded entry to his journal with thehot deets before snapping it shut and tucking it into his inner suit pocket.

"There! They have the address if they want to come? We should go reserve a table?" He begins walking toward the bus stop, eagerly waving for Yancey to follow him.