"When has a girl being.. strange kept you away?" Jenny asked, raising an eyebrow at him. She had reached over to grab the ketchup bottle from the side of the table, one of the old fashioned glass bottles. She was sliding it absently along the top of the table, occasionally tapping it against her palm, trying to knock some of the ketchup down into the top before the food came.

"Do your balls do that when people mention my name? Sure looked like it in front of your buddies," she teased.