Tony bundles up in coat, gloves, and scarf (no hat - he spent, like, five whole minutes on his hair!), and takes Gene's hand. The afternoon sun is shining brightly when they step out of the hotel, but the temperature is still frigid. Tony takes a deep breath and exhales a cloud of fog. "Heh." He grins.

"Okay, the restaurant is about a mile and a half walk. It's really nice." It's really expensive. "You'll like it." He very much hopes so. He gives Gene a quick kiss on the cheek, and starts walking.