"Well, then, aren't we lucky I got better things to look at," Danny says in a lazy drawl, smirking over the coffee at Steve as he starts in on breakfast, shoveling it into his mouth like he's been starved for the last week. "So," he says, mouth full. "I gotta go to the IPD office and put in some hours. Then I'm gonna do my shift babysitting. And I'm gonna see a guy about air-conditioning, but you wanna do dinner? Date number six?"