"Well, ya know where t'find me," Davin tells him, smiling warmly and then laughing a little. "Oh god, please do. I feel like I haven't slept in days."

And he hasn't, not really. But that's for a whole slew of reasons. The food gets delivered and Davin straightens up a bit, spreading the napkin out in his lap and smiling politely up at the server. "Thank you. It looks delicious."

He turns to James with an eager grin and picks up his fork, twirling it around his fingers with his magic once the server walks away. "God, this smells so good. I can't remember the last time that didn't come out of the microwave or styrofoam. Or both."