"That must have been something. I can't imagine you drunk."

Mr. Fell seemed like he would he would always be so very prim and proper, never get drunk, never stay out after midnight... He had hidden depths!
Anthony too took a bit of his chosen crepe and while he didn't savor the meal as much as Mr. Fell had it was good. All the nostalgia of home with none of the guilt trips. The French owner was a real connoisseur of fine cuisine.

"And... ye-yeah."

He stumbled over the words as he tried to think back on that most recent dream and how the moment had felt.

"I guess so. One doesn't usually go around asking strangers out for crepes."

He took another bite and pointed his empty fork at Mr. Fell.

"It's how I knew you would like them."