Kane ends up swooping in and sitting himself down without much an announcement, though. A smile paints his features when the other looks him in the eye. “— Afternoon, Doc.”

[TXT: Val] What's the name of this restaurant? I'd hate to appear in the wrong restaurant at the wrong table.

[TXT: Val] Currently, I'm in Toronto. That sounds like an appetising offer, though. I can be there in about a minute?

                       "I could actually smell the stink eye from half way across the street; are you here to pick a fight or what? Hopefully the latter." 

He's high. Really, really high. Baked as a birthday cake, even. But it's an honest question, and he needs an honest answer.