[ Izzy's eyes stay narrowed for a moment, like she's trying to gauge whether that's true or not, before she shakes her head, smiling. (For someone who doesn't have game, it's sure rolling off him in waves right now.) ]

I guess I can't argue with that logic. [ She gives him a playful bump with her shoulder, turning her attention back to the woman as she reappears, bagged croissant in hand. The latte, of course, will take a little bit more to prepare, so Izzy takes the opportunity to step aside so Dick can pay.

She settles on one of the stools at the pick-up counter, angling towards Dick when he joins her again. ] So if you paid today and I'm buying the next one, who's going to pick up the tab for dinner when we do that?