"We could, potentially, but not with only that." Neal kisses his temple, grinning a little. The amusement is welcome, if brief.

Food. What does he want to eat? He's not sure. Something would be a good idea, though.

This shouldn't be such a hard question to answer.

"Something light?"

Ellen comes to their rescue. "There's a place I know of around here that has very good soups and salads."