He pulls Chekov out onto the street and locks the door behind him. The walk there is pretty quick, and Kyle waves to the servers, he clearly knows them. There's very little left in Keeliai that's closed to him, having been here for the better part of the year. He hadn't thought of it as putting down roots, but it felt like Radu's and he missed the Irregulars. Missed going to their gigs, listening to the gossip, and generally having some semblance of a normal life.

He puts the thought out of his head, and picks a seat for strategic purposes, which he hopes Chekov won't notice but knows that he will. It's near the back, facing the door, and in the corner, protected in case anything comes through the door or the roof.

He pushes the menu over. 'Take your pick. I usually have,' he points, 'this.'