Squall had been so caught up with everything that he had nearly forgotten about dinner. That was a sure sign that he enjoyed himself. He nods at Zell and goes to retrieve his jacket and hat.

"Dinner. Are you in the mood for something fast or sit in at a restaurant? I'm not picky about where we go." He said as he went to put his jacket on.

Squall wasn't a picky eater, he would usually find something on the menu that caught his eye anywhere he went. There were a few things he disliked but for the most part he wasn't picky. He'd let Zell take them wherever he wanted to go. After all it was just as much Zell's night as it was Squall's.