Danny orders through a suppressed smile, which he lets out as soon as the waitress has left. The very attractive waitress whom he doesn't give a second glance.

"I'm sorry, hey," he presses up from his chair, one hand braced on the table, the other beckoning Mindy with a finger, "gimme a kiss." There's something about receiving an all too familiar glare on their first official date that puts him at ease. And more than amuses him. "Before you get steak stuck in your teeth."