You don't need to- If you can just point me in a direction, I can sort it out.

[Maybe.]

Honestly? I'm hoping someone's just going to come collect us and take us back to the entrance. Or maybe we'll have some compulsion? I wonder if the Web could be involved.

[He sets down his tape recorder to take a closer look at his wrist. He scratches at the numbers, but that doesn't actually do anything. On the extremely off chance, he takes a tentative lick of the back of his hand just as the door opens and Jon's cheese and meat board is brought in. Jon freezes, and the server stares at him for a long moment, then smiles.

"We do have a selection of sauces with your plate that should whet the palette for the lady's main course, sir. We can hang up one or both of your clothes, if you'd like to ensure they're kept tidy. I'm sure you'll both enjoy."

Jon feels his face going hot as he lowers his hand. Before he can say anything, the server sets down the board, winks, and is away.]

What... what just happened?