House watched, amused, as Foreman darted across the street, racing toward him. He couldn't help but grin at Foreman's objection, fully aware that Foreman would go along with his plan--or, at least, one version of it--even if he tried to pretend to stop him.

"Me? You mean me and you," House said, slipping into the passenger seat when Foreman unlocked the car. This had turned out to be far more eventful than he could have hoped for, he thought, smiling to himself. "What? Colleagues can't have lunch at the same restaurant?" he asked, reaching in front of him to open the glove compartment, still in a snooping mood.