It's nice to push back out of the crowd and into the warm evening air, even knowing there are eyes following every one of their steps, same as there is a small stir of a titter from some of the groups as they are stepping back out of those doors. It's nothing new, but it's not normal anymore either, and Allison can't decide if she's a little annoyed -- jealous? -- of its unchanged ease for Luther.

The path she's on now, the things she wants, nowhere near that yet.
She was recognizable, and famous still, but she wasn't The Rumor anymore.

Luther's sudden alarm at not stringing her choice into any eventualities and end results amuses her. Her first response is delightfully daring and unremorseful, feet slipped into shoes she so rarely gets to wears to flagrantly anymore, "As though anyone could make me pay thousands of dollars for anything."

"It's less that and more the chairs," Allison gestures with her spoon to direct his attention. While the table setup is nicely chic even outside the restaurant, their iron rod piece, with woven trellis & flower patterns cut in it. A hundred places and pieces in it that could catch or snag the fabric and ruin it entirely. "But I can stand, I don't mind."