"Thanks," Walter mumbles and makes for the aforementioned dish. Once he's got his drink nice and chilled, he settles down across the table from her and sets his bottle in front of him.

The face itching gets a raised eyebrow from him. "Don't let Weyoun see you do that, he'll freak out that you're going to damage their work or something."

Actually he's not sure that's true, but Weyoun's Capitol people and that tends to be their line of thinking. Gotta look perfect all the time.