Devika looked to Nicholas with concern. "What is it? It sounded like you were going to ask me something..." She smiled very slightly. "Go on. Ask. We're still getting to be friends after all."

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Kijani smiled gratefully. "I promised you Italian, it seems ages ago. But tonight, we're getting the best Italian in New York City." She hooked her arm through his, and started to lead him toward the exit of the campus. "The debate for that title alone could cause a fist fight among city people. Kinda like Mets versus Yankees. No one's ever happy." A faint chuckle escaped her. "There's a place I enjoy, though. The prices could be better, but they could also be worse. But they do the food right." She gently poked him in the side. "I hope you have room in there, Connor. Because tonight, we dine like kings!"

(Feel free to just have this as an implied scene once we roll to the next day, Caits.)