"Seat first," Robby decides from that face, which is always a 50/50 on where the rest of its owner night is going. He'll offer his arm, "C'mon, knight of the night--just in case," a fond sound sticking to his throat.

Luckily, there's plenty of seats to be found to shuffle over to, away from the food. He'll watch how Ezra sits first, how he sounds.

Ask, too: "Room not spinning?"

It's always too late once the room spins.