Sam watches him, frowning at the sight of his obvious uncertainty. Sure, it's easy to forget stuff, but there's forgetting, and then there's forgetting the guy who arrested you. But all he says, with the casual ribbing of an old pal, is, "Don't work too hard there, looks like steam's gonna come from your ears."

It's not exactly the kind of place you say hey, waiter! at, but it's also not the kind of place where they dare offend their high-class customers by suggesting they're misebehaving. And Wade's going back through the wringer again--hard to hold it against him at the moment.

"While you're at it," Sam adds, since the girl's already flagged down, "we'll take an order of the tapas sampler."

And back to Wade, "Helluva group this month."