Oh come on! He really can't win with you, can he? He's a good guy, Mr. Waltz. He's not you, but nobody's you.

[ There, her eyes rested on something long enough for her to actually read what it was. Chicken alfredo. Tada! Choice made. Athena sets the menu down, staring at it again for a few seconds before she looks up at him. ]

Yeah, that'd be all right.