"Hey, guys, what are you talking about?" Reid walked into the restaurant yard.
The deputy waved, "Sit over here, I saved you a spot, thought you weren't coming today."
Reid sat down with a smile, "I heard the baked snails here are good, I've been wanting to try them, just no one invited me."
The deputy laughed, "That's easy, just give our squad more funding, we'll invite you often."
"Is your squad's funding still lacking? Should be the most in the entire detective bureau, no, the entire LAPD.
Eating here for a month straight wouldn't be a problem."
Luke raised his glass, "Director, tell me where you want to eat next time."
"That's more like it." Reid took a sip of his drink and teased the deputy beside him, "Old buddy, take notes."
The deputy rolled his eyes, looking disdainful.
Dining on French cuisine takes a while, and everyone chatted as they ate.
Luke ordered smoked salmon, mushroom soup, baked lobster, steak, goat cheese with blueberries, tea, and whiskey.
