Which means Mindy ate it, Danny figures with a look. Had he really been gone that long?

"I'm fine," he assures her, stretching his arms over the top of the table, hands settling either side of the supposedly atmospheric candle sitting between him and Mindy. His fingers jitter almost imperceptibly before he busies them with the candle-holder, twisting it around and around. "I'm just, y'know, I wouldn't say I'm nervous or anything but," he swallows, "whatever the step below that is."