Billy's found a little corner of the dining room for them to occupy, and when Nida gets back he's sitting and looking more than a little contemplative. Thinking? Maybe a little, and maybe about a lot of things, but the reappearance of Nida has him lighting up all over again, offering a brilliant grin.

He doesn't say promise like part of him wants to. He's at least managed to wrangle his tongue enough to stop that, he doesn't want to start that loop all over again, even if he does kind of really want to see if he can make Nida blush like that again. Instead, he snags a potato wedge off the plate and waves it at Nida before popping it in his mouth. "I regret exactly nothing about this. Carbs are love, Nida, it's a fact." He does follow that with an eventual tilt of his head back and forth as he chews and swallows before continuing. "Although I guess I should be grateful for you giving me a workout, otherwise I'd be like fifty pounds heavier from potatoes alone. I seriously can't wait to teach you swing dancing, you're gonna love it. Want to meet up Wednesday?"