"Oh, he is." Bast agreed.

"And he's a nice guy, too." he said.

"He's just... promiscuous, and not really into monogamy." he told her.

"I don't have a problem with it, but I can be the jealous sort, so... if I were to try, it'd probably end up making things go sour between the two of us." he lamented. "I'd rather not ruin the friendship." he reasoned further.

"Also, I tend to like women more than men." he added at the end.

"Not exclusively, but that's my lean."

Bast just chuckled lightly.

"Fair, fair." he said, as Vik returned.

"Now, can I get either of you something to drink?" he asked them.

"Long Island iced tea." Bast told him.

Vik nodded and looked at Jordan.

"How about you, sweetie?"

Vik just snapped his fingers and pointed at her.

"A woman of taste, I see!" he declared.

"Comin' right up!" he said, as he started to get the things together for their drinks.

"Go ahead and get whatever." Bast told her. "Price is no object." he said.

"Shrimp delivery hasn't come in." Vik then warned him.

"...all right, whatever, as long as there's no shrimp." Bast corrected himself with a shrug.

Bast made sure to remember that piece of information. He knew Darryl had an allergy, but didn't know that his sister shared that same allergy. He figured it would be wise to remember that.

"Got it." he said, as Vik finished up with their drinks, giving them their respective beverages.

"Now, you need a little more time to decide?" he asked.

"I'm good." Bast said. "I'll take the Supreme Nacho Platter, an order of boneless Buffalo Wings, and a cherry coke." he told him.

"Got it!" Vik responded, writing it down.

"How's about you?" he asked Jordan.

"Hot sauce, eh?" Vik asked. "What kind?" he asked further. "We've got the 'Tongue Tickler', 'Five-Alarm', and 'Scorchin'!" he told her.

"Whichever's the hottest." Jordan responded.

Vik just whistled and wrote it down.

"I LIKE her, Basty!" he told Bast, before collecting the menus and heading to the kitchen to put their order in.

Bast watched him go, before looking at Jordan.

"Brave one, eh?" he asked her.

"How romantic." Bast said with an eye-roll and a smirk.

"But I getcha." he said further.

"And me? Sweet. I love sweet." he told her. "You saw me guzzle those cherry colas that your brother got me." he went on.

"Inherited it from my mother." he continued.

"However, Dad really likes sour things, so I am partial to something like that on occasion." he then added.

"Oh?" Bast inquired.

"Sounds intriguing." he said.

"I'd be up for that. I'm always up to try new sweet things." he chuckled.

He then sighed and looked around the place.

"Yeah, it can get pretty jumpin' in here at night." he told her.

"But right now? I like the quietness."

"Good to know." Bast responded.

"I'll keep that in mind." he told her.

After about half an hour of them chatting, Vik returned with their orders and bid them farewell as he went to go about others things.

"Well, cheers." Bast said.

"Enjoy it." he told her.

"This place has the best pub-grub in the city."

Bast smirked back at her.

"Was wondering how you would react to that." he said.

"It's still bar food, though." he reasoned.

"And it's damn good." he assured her, grabbing a wing and popping it in his mouth.

"Oh, yeah." he muttered.

"Gooooood shit."

"..." Bast was just silent, and looked away.

"He's... gotten better." he said.

"I mean, to his credit, he can make a pizza." he told her. "...provided he follows the instructions on the package of ingredients." he went on. "And it's not more than 3 toppings." he added.

"He's not COMPLETELY useless in the kitchen, is what I'm saying." he summaised.

"But yeah, there's a reason -I- do most of the cooking in the house."