Domino's in town.
"Hello?"
"Hey, you. Where are Nate and Moira? Neither of them are answering their cell phones."
"Moira's on the way back to Muir, it's probably turned off. An' Nate's on a mission."
"Ah-hah. Well... guess where I am?"
"...Blowin' stuff up in Yemen?"
"I don't blow stuff up anymore, why does no one ever believe me? I'm in New York."
"..... an' you didn't call before this?"
"I only just got in, kiddo, cut me some slack. And it was kind of a last-minute thing..."
"So what brings you to town?"
"Well... wanted to see Nate. Any idea when they'll be back?"
"Can't really say - sorry. I don't think they were expectin' to be gone that long, though. Maybe a couple days?"
"... oh, well. That'll work, I guess. I took the week off, so I'm not going anywhere... maybe I should go look in at the brownstone while I'm waiting for Nate."
"Well, you could do that, sure. But you've got a whole week, you're not gonna come see me too?"
"Why yes, of course I was going to ignore your existence entirely. Don't I usually?"
"Yes. It's crushin'."
"Well, I'll leave you to weep, then. I should probably go make a spectacle of myself at some stodgy restaurant or something. I've been entirely too well-behaved lately."
"...please take me with you? I don't wanna sit around here all day. I'll even help."
"Oh, fine. But don't expect a goodnight kiss, whatever Nate says about you turning into NGO-James Bond-Jr."
"I'll just have to live without it, I guess!"
"... and I need to get off the phone before I succumb to the Dark Side and decide that you need to find out what you're missing. Oh, God, I'm jet-lagged or something... meet me in town in about an hour? I'm at the usual hotel."
"I'll be there. Maybe I'll even bring one of the good cars."
"And I'll call Pete and tell him I can't see him tonight because you're taking me out for dinner!"
"...don't let him hurt me."
"Never mind him hurting you. I hear I need to beat up his receptionist."
"Hello?"
"Hey, you. Where are Nate and Moira? Neither of them are answering their cell phones."
"Moira's on the way back to Muir, it's probably turned off. An' Nate's on a mission."
"Ah-hah. Well... guess where I am?"
"...Blowin' stuff up in Yemen?"
"I don't blow stuff up anymore, why does no one ever believe me? I'm in New York."
"..... an' you didn't call before this?"
"I only just got in, kiddo, cut me some slack. And it was kind of a last-minute thing..."
"So what brings you to town?"
"Well... wanted to see Nate. Any idea when they'll be back?"
"Can't really say - sorry. I don't think they were expectin' to be gone that long, though. Maybe a couple days?"
"... oh, well. That'll work, I guess. I took the week off, so I'm not going anywhere... maybe I should go look in at the brownstone while I'm waiting for Nate."
"Well, you could do that, sure. But you've got a whole week, you're not gonna come see me too?"
"Why yes, of course I was going to ignore your existence entirely. Don't I usually?"
"Yes. It's crushin'."
"Well, I'll leave you to weep, then. I should probably go make a spectacle of myself at some stodgy restaurant or something. I've been entirely too well-behaved lately."
"...please take me with you? I don't wanna sit around here all day. I'll even help."
"Oh, fine. But don't expect a goodnight kiss, whatever Nate says about you turning into NGO-James Bond-Jr."
"I'll just have to live without it, I guess!"
"... and I need to get off the phone before I succumb to the Dark Side and decide that you need to find out what you're missing. Oh, God, I'm jet-lagged or something... meet me in town in about an hour? I'm at the usual hotel."
"I'll be there. Maybe I'll even bring one of the good cars."
"And I'll call Pete and tell him I can't see him tonight because you're taking me out for dinner!"
"...don't let him hurt me."
"Never mind him hurting you. I hear I need to beat up his receptionist."