It's like something in this city is pushing them toward talking about all that shit Kate's not good at. Or maybe it's Pheebs, subconsciously wanting to talk about Trip, who knows? But 'a guy I dated in New York' calls up the memory of Neal the other night and, suddenly, Kate's face can't decide whether to scowl or grin like a Cheshire cat.

She decides for it, putting on a little bit of a smirk, while she glances around. "Not my usual kind of place, but it's got potential." Her elbow catches Phoebe lightly in the ribs. "C'mon, let's get a drink."