"You probably even know all the table settings for a fancy dinner," Billy said, and was only doing his best to hold in some laughter. He smothered it with another drag on the cigarette. It wasn't that he didn't want to laugh around Goodnight--on the contrary. But this was a strange place, and a strange time. He'd prefer his small, knowing smile over something more boisterous. It suited the both of them better, anyway.