[On the boss, as if he doesn't have a steady (and not insignificant) regular income still. He shakes his head, but he won't argue it. After this much time in Rook's company, he knows he'll lose.

He'll just make certain he adds more to the meal funds.]

A splendid idea. Starlight, pleasant weather, and excellent company on my arm. What else could anyone ask for?

[He's an early riser, but he loves the look of the world at night. Twinkling lights and tiny wisps shine all the more because of the encroaching dark. It's poetry. Being forced to slow down from his usual pace means he gets to take more of it in, too. Of course, it also means there's time for slightly ridiculous questions to come to mind.]

Did he leave a sock drawer?