They shared a look, and then Billy looked up and away from Neil so he could signal the waitress to come over to them. They could all use a refill on their coffee, at any rate, and if they were going to order food, they ought to.

Billy pushed the menu in front of Goodnight so he could make a decision for them at least.

"At the very least," Billy soothed, "you never have to deal with the sod again. Not after classes, and not during the summer. Isn't it so?"