The Hostal Kory is directly in the middle of Coroico, and the attached restaurant is, for all intents and purposes, absolutely charming. Dominic,
dressed sharply as per usual, is a little less at ease than he appears, but how he appears is more important than how he actually is.
How he is, is fine; legs crossed, posture easy, menu at an angle against the edge of the table (not disinterested, mind, because if things turn out as he expects them to, the evening's going to be interesting as hell -- and hell is extremely interesting).
There are two glasses of water already on the table (wine - or champagne, as it may be - will be ordered once the meal is decided).
(The cards are, for the large part, still being held to their owners' chests.)