Though relieved Rosemarie seemed to have taken the bait, the Scarecrow couldn't help but feel a bit sheepish at their behavior, even if it had been an act. It had been, hadn't it? Well, it was clear they had a lot that needed to be said later; for now, there was more on the table than a few sore feelings between the two of them, and their concerns about each other would just have to wait.

The question was: now what did they do? They had her attention, but that wasn't enough.

"You can't take me?" he asked, turning his head back to Depth Charge a moment, still standing next to his seat. "You're the one who can't be taken anywhere." He paused for only a second, rethinking his words. "Though I guess if we're both acting like this, I suppose neither of us ought to be in public."

He turned where he stood, facing Rosemarie and giving her a rueful look. "I'm sorry, ma'am. You'll have to forgive us if we ruined your meal or anything- Richard and I just get caught up sometimes in our own problems."

It was another accidental truth, one that rang in his ears for several moments after he'd said it.