She doesn't jump this time when nearly his whole hand suddenly touches her back. Polite and careless and directionary. But if she doesn't jump, it's not like for a second, a few, too many, her whole attention shifts there. Fingers pressed against her bare skin, the oh so carefully moderated pressure of Luther touching anything.

There's a smile, with a faint twist (even as her mind can't come off the heated presence of five fingertips she can't even see,). "Hollywood is the wrong place to be if someone's avoiding that."

The nice thing about the distraction is that the small cluster of people in front of them, assumedly all come together, too, moves off in a bunch, and it is their turn. Joe, having filled up all the rest of their time in line. Shuffles them up to it being their turn as the harried girl behind the counter, who pauses for just a long enough blink to be surprised at their clothes, tosses out the rudimentary opening to them as well now.

"Welcome to Lick. What can I get for you two tonight?"

Allison's glance is more in Luther's direction because she probably would have said both, but now she doesn't know if he is changing his from the pie to the salt lick. Instead, she just smiles. "I'll take a toffee caramel swirl."

Then, remember. "In one of those bowls this time."

Because of the dress, of course.