“How fortuitous,” he declared, stepping towards the doors as he gestured for Laura to follow him. “Lets see what we can find, shall we? Newton has quite the foodie culture, from what I hear. Have you indulged?”
Regardless of if she followed or not, Gaius advanced on the doors and pushed them open, stepping through them like he had a plan. In truth, he did not, but he wanted to go… boots to the ground, as they said. It was always good for his constituents to see him as a normal man. Rich beyond their reckoning, but personable.