Judging by the grin on Lucas' face, it's a good question. The sort of story-spinning thing he can get lost in easily. He gives it an honest moment of thought before responding, gaze floating over the screen as he considers it, still wanting to get distracted by the lights in the ceiling.

"Depends on the movie," he decides, nodding. "There's probably a significant up-charge if you're making a driver sit through Battleship or Love Actually."

He turns the menu over, just examining it and not actually reading any of the words. Mostly he's preoccupied with the pleasant sensation of sitting side by side. At a restaurant. On a Date. "You'd think it'd be a fun job. Get paid to watch movies with some strangers," he says, shooting Bash an oblique glance. His grin twitches up on one side despite his best efforts to make a serious delivery. "But you know there's a ton of rude weirdos who just want to neck in the back seat. Probably a surcharge for that, too."