Maybe he had been left with the wrong impression or maybe things like that didn't transfer. Mr. Fell wouldn't know a good crepe from a bad one? So... searching for a French restaurant for the good ones wouldn't be worth anything? It left him a touch puzzled, so that he looked back to his bike's switches and dials as if checking the gas gauge when really he was just wondering where to go from here.
He understood he had left an impression, a rather bad one he suspected what with that whole accusing Mr. Fell of being a hitman and all. It was a moment. Everyone had moments!
"You wouldn't want to go have some?"
Anthony looked up, trying to catch those eyes just to judge how well received that question might have been.
"Cafe Triskell. It's supposed to have the best genuine French cuisine in Astoria."
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Maybe he had been left with the wrong impression or maybe things like that didn't transfer. Mr. Fell wouldn't know a good crepe from a bad one? So... searching for a French restaurant for the good ones wouldn't be worth anything? It left him a touch puzzled, so that he looked back to his bike's switches and dials as if checking the gas gauge when really he was just wondering where to go from here.
He understood he had left an impression, a rather bad one he suspected what with that whole accusing Mr. Fell of being a hitman and all. It was a moment. Everyone had moments!
"You wouldn't want to go have some?"
Anthony looked up, trying to catch those eyes just to judge how well received that question might have been.
"Cafe Triskell. It's supposed to have the best genuine French cuisine in Astoria."