After a minute's arguing, Scott returns with bread.

"Okay, let's try it."

"You gonna try to just spread the breadcrumbs around there? What if you get stuck, too?"

"Uh, Scott, mind sitting at the table and pretending we're supposed to be here for a minute? I have some rope in my trunk." 

"...Why?" 

"For emergencies! Like this one right here!" 

"Is it going to be long enough, Stiles?" 

"I'm sorry, do you have lots of experience with space-warping bathrooms you aren't telling me about? Give me a minute." 

"Okay. Fine, I'll wait at the table."

With a glance at Sadde, he sits. 

...okay that boy was kinda hot who's he.

She relays this to Alistair, though, the other hot boy.

"Try not to be alone with them. The cardcaptor is somewhere between incompetent and dangerous." 

"He... doesn't seem either of those things?" she says as if she's asking a question, looking at the two of them assessingly.

He's awkwardly waiting for his friend to bring him some rope.

His friend is trying to walk to their table with rope and no explanation for the waiters.

The waiters would dearly love some explanation, actually. And the maître d'.

Can he just...avoid them completely. That would nice. 

Nope, he cannot, they are at the door and are entirely too suspicious of—

"Oh, you remembered, thank you!" says the girl, walking up to him. "I loaned him this a while back and he kept forgetting to return it," she tells staff, "so I guess he decided to just leave it in his car so next time we ran into each other he'd give it back." Right? her glance does not quite ask.

"Yeah, that's a good reason for me to have this. Here, enjoy."

This seems to placate the staff enough that they only occasionally glance suspiciously at them when they're far enough away.

And now they have a rope.

"Okay. I'll go in, you hold onto the end?" 

"Me?"

"Unless you'd rather go in, yeah. He likes you more, but I don't think we should risk losing both of you." 

"Fair, I guess. Gimme the rope."

He gives her the rope, and ties the other end around his wrist. 

"Ready?" 

She holds it. "Yeah."