Tim is stuck in the awkward position of not wanting to inadvertently glare at his potential business partner while also wanting to give Papa over there the stinkeye.  Truly, a dilemma.  Wait.  Bread?  "Oh, um - sometimes I get the garlic bread.  Are you really hungry?  I could go ask for some."  And give him the evil eye while I'm at it.

"Yes, please!" Handsqueeze! "I can come along if you don't want to stop guiding?" 

"No, it's - I'll just be a second."  Tim does keep contact with Sara for as long as possible while getting up, but he is a functional adult human being who lives in a society and can stand up to order garlic bread with some side kind of white sauce on the side.  A certain amount of glaring at Papa might be involved.  Papa looks incredibly smug right back at him.  Tim comes back in about three minutes with a small basket of cheesy, garilicky carbohydrates.  "They keep 'em on top of the stove, I think they make a new batch once an hour or so.  If there's extra around closing time, you get twice as much, I think they just hate wasting food."  Tim employs the Hand-Dangling Technique sets his right hand down on top of the table.  "The white sauce is really good, it's some kind of savory thing."

Sara sets her left hand back over his right, and with her other hand she takes a chunk of cheesy garlic bread to test this out. 

"Mmm," she nods, "Mushroom?" It really is hard to tell. "That can't be it. Some kind of cheese?" 

Tim is not born in a barn and does not talk with his mouth full of garlic bread.  "S'good.  I think it must have cheese, maybe cream cheese?  It's too - " um.  What do you call it.  Tim gestures vaguely.  "Salé?  To lack cheese altogether."

Mmm, guiding.  Another three hours of that and I'll be good.

"Oui. Too thick to lack it, also." Either way, it tastes great with garlic bread. 

Sara rests her wrist over his in between bites, to maximize skin contact while she can't hold his other hand. Sitting across a table from each other is actually a very good setting for hand-holding, it turns out. 

"I take it it's a restaurant secret, so they won't tell me how they make it." 

"Probably.  It'd take me ages to perfect it anyway, and - " oh.  That's a wrist.  "Um." Maybe you could match ankles?  No.  You're wearing combat boots, Tim.  They probably stink by now, too.  Wait, say something.  "Er.  Well, they're right here, you know?"

She nods!

She looks down at their hands.

"...the quicker I can deal with it, the better, right?" It's not a lot a lot of backlash but it can't be comfortable. 

"No, I - agree.  I like it.  You know how when you get tired enough, your eyes dry out?  I pushed myself a little today and ran out of the last batch of eyedrops I'm trying."

"Oh, I hadn't even thought of that part. Does it help at all to blink your eyes more? Or to rest them? I won't think badly of you if you lay your head down for a little while, while we wait for our pizza." 

"I mean, it does, but it's boring."  Tim sounds a little more plaintive than he intends to or realizes.  "If it gets bad, I will, but I paced myself today.  Besides, this is our first real - " hangout?  Guiding session? - " - meeting.  I wouldn't want to doze through it."

"Okay, but don't hurt yourself on my account," hand-squeeze.

"Will you be able to show me the State House after dinner? I hear it's a beautiful building, especially in the fall with the leaves all turning."

She's been inside all day, she'd like a chance to stretch her legs. 

"Of course!  It's just a little way down the road, we can walk there if you're not tired.  I haven't really been there since I was back in school.  Oh, I think that's us."  Tim will lift his chin towards a matronly woman bearing a pizza in each hand.

"Eet's hot.  Enjoy, let cool first.  Fresh from the oven!"  This is largely directed at the New Girl, who is favored with a broad smile.  To Timothy her regular, her smile turns a little more serious.  "I talk to Papa for you.  Congratulations."  Little jerk of the head to indicate Sara is the thing she's congratulating him on.

The latter gets a curious head-tilt, but there is pizza in front of her now so she doesn't inquire. Instead she pulls free a slice with her right hand and- blows on it, instead of taking a bite. Tim can feel a slight spike of backlash on her end, before she sets the pizza back down. 

"Hot," she agrees, sheepish. 

Okay.  It's fine, just ignore it.  You don't have to react to your blush, she's ignoring it, we're all being civilized.  Cultivated ignorance is a virtue of civilization.  "It comes right out of the oven, you can watch them make it if you want.  I like to let mine cool, or the melty cheese just goes everwhere."  Tim is perfectly capable of waiting for a pizza to cool, especially when he's helped demolish a tray of garlic bread.

Sara will nibble on the last piece of that garlic bread while waiting, then. 

"You grew up somewhere else, yes? Did you come here on a field trip?" She thinks he mentioned that at some point on Sunday night, though it's all a bit of a blur. 

"Yes'm.  I grew up about two hours north of here."  Tim carefully scoops a piece of pizza onto his plate, only to leave it there to cool some more.  Cheese is too runny, still.  "It was a 'meet your representative' kind of deal.  We all got to dress up in suits, and see the Halls of Power."  Tim's clearly poking fun at himself in the last few words.  "It beat going to class, anyway."

"Oh, near the border?" She pokes her pizza; a couple more minutes and it should be fine. 

"Pretty close to it.  Hour away from Canada, maybe two or three away from Quebec.  We're right on the edge, really."

There's a moment where she's trying to make those figures match up - two hours north of Montpelier, but two to three from Québec? But an hour from Canada? What-

"But-? Québec is at the border?" 

"Oh, I mean - the city.  Quebec city.  Obviously, it's - we just think of it as Canada."

"Oh!" She smacks her forehead. "Of course," and she lapses into French, "Obviously." 

"I have fallen for the oldest trick in our book," she rolls her eyes. 

"We have our own share of problems.  Think of all the places named 'Washington'.  I know he founded America, but we have tens of thousands of Washington Avenues, Streets, Roads, and towns.  Even counties.  He was a great man, but it is far too much."

"In Québec, not so much, but in the rest of the country Queen Victoria is absolutely everywhere."