"Yeah," he chirped happily. Prying a hand free from his cup, he quickly looped an arm around one of Alex's and tucked in close beside him. "Can we walk?" More proof that Dal really didn't leave his little neighborhood often: he didn't even realize if Central Park was close enough for them walk to. Not that he'd mind if they shared a taxi or something either. It was spending time together that mattered, not necessarily what they were doing or how they got there.

"I think I saw the fountain last time." The eagerness in his face crept into his voice, revealing that he wanted to see it again, too. "When's the last time ya went?"