[Egon wouldn't want Boone to lie to him. He trusts the werebear, and he wouldn't want to see him hurt.]

[Almost forgotten for the moment, because he was carefully tucked into the satchel Egon has taken to carrying everywhere. But there's a little yawn and a shuffling, and Egon has to remember that, for the first time in his life, he's a pet owner. But then Boone speaks, and the living thing in his bag is forgotten for just a moment more.]

I'm sorry- I'm alright. We'll have a nice dinner. And I don't want this to make all out meetings from now on uncomfortable.

[They should. He'll get the pierogi platter and some mulled cider, that should lift his spirits. He has no reason to feel bad, and neither does Boone. And here, a distraction. Egon lifts a very small English bulldog pup from his bag, cradling the very small but very excitable little animal and hooking him up to a short leash so he can sit under the table while they eat. It yips a little and he will entirely ignore any sideways glances from the other patrons.]

Here, I wanted to introduce you to this little fellow. Loki brought him to me earlier today.