Not unless one of us hits the big time, anyway. [her brows knits slightly as she eyes the second page, before she folds the menu shut. She knows what she's having now, at least.] I know Delta would like to. He's very intelligent, but not necessarily wise to the dangers here as a human rather than his old self.

[what York wants, well. Less said about that the better. Her fingers drum the table top a moment] Maybe consider branching out beyond the information pool you're working on. Gambling. Gossip.