Noah's neck turned red at the idea of going back to Mr. Meijer's together. What if Mr. Meijer disapproved of this contact? What if he felt Noah was a beggar an sacked him for it? But he dared not oppose Mr. North. Noah looked up, muttered a thanks to the waiter, and ordered the same as Quentin without really listening to what the man ordered. Then he looked at the man sheepishly, his hand plucking away at the napkin. He didn't realize that by now he had undone one of the stitches that kept the edge from unraveling. "I.. suppose..." His parents were awful parents and Noah knew it, and still he felt reluctant to admit that to outsiders. "So long as it ain't formal and me parents don't realize 'e's moved out..." That could take a couple of nights though.