"It sounds like a plan to me," he agreed - he didn't care if he'd had it before or not; in the end, he wanted to try Summer's spaghetti, if only to make her smile. Though if this pot roast was any indication, it was going to be excellent spaghetti. "You just let me know when it's convenient, and I'll bring something over to go with it - wine, maybe?" He certainly didn't want to show up empty-handed - he'd probably bring her some flowers, too. He probably should have done that, tonight, but this had been sort of an impromptu visit.

He considered her question, but really the thing that was first and foremost on his mind, despite the fact that he already planned to look into employment in the hospital, was, "What did I do at the Record? Do you know? Mom didn't tell me, and I admit I wasn't really in the mood to ask her. I probably cleared out a little faster than I meant to, this morning," he said sheepishly.