It sounds...well, it sounds like a perfect evening. The beer excluded, he's never been a fan, but comfort food and pool? Of course York would just casually rattle off the bullet points of everything Locus could have asked for, like it took no effort at all.

A faint smile tugs at the edge of his mouth, though it's quickly tempered back down into place. "I see. Then it sounds as if you have it all planned out."