Gideon watches him bury his nose in the menu, both coppery eyebrows raised. "That's...alarmingly cagey of you, Sextus," she says, tilting her head as she studies him for a moment. Gideon might not know a thimbleful compared to Palemedes Sextus and Harrowhark Nonagesimus, but she's got enough emotional intelligence for all of them. "What's going on?"