[ There's a flicker of recognition when she mentions dinner. Fitz watches her for a moment anyway, searching her expression for extra confirmation, then ventures a hesitant: ]

Yeah. I found a few good options, but I don't think any of them are local.

[ Continuing the conversation he'd left behind, waiting to see if she's on the same page. He notices her hand mid-sentence, seems uncertain about that, too; but he meets her halfway. Seems to gain a bit more confidence as soon as he's holding her hand, and he gives it a light, comforting squeeze that's matched by a small smile.

Only to falter hardly a few seconds after, brows lifting in curiosity and voice switching from clever to a little more hapless. ]

That's a bit weird, yeah? The both of us going back. [ Also totally casual. Please confirm or deny in totally clear terms, thank you. ]