House sneered at Foreman as he made a show of sloppily devouring his cheeseburger, and--damn it--started feeling hungry in the pit of his stomach. Aside from buttered toast, House hadn't eaten, and, maybe his eyes were fooling him, but he swore that Foreman's bag held other items besides the burger he'd pulled out.

Determined to snag some food for himself, he tucked the folded directions into the back pocket of his jeans and stood, shrugging on his long, wool coat. Crossing the room with as much speed as he could manage, he squinted at Foreman and replied, "Don't ask me. You're the one who showed up." Leaning down as he stepped with his left foot, House swiped Foreman's take-out bag from his lap, clutching it tightly and legging it for the door.

"Let's go. You drive. I navigate."