“Anything you didn’t cook would be wonderful.” Timon replied wryly, answering Vyers’ unspoken question by coincidence alone. Probably not in the way the demon would have anticipated or really appreciated but beggars couldn’t be choosers. Even if they were paying for the meal, twenty percent gratuity included. A fiendishly familiar grin crawled across the rodents features. “And I say that in the utmost sincere way possible. Tell you what though. As long as we eat out, I'll let you pick the place... As long as it's not anywhere we have to wear stupid hats or anything like that.”