"Not bad for just noodling," Hawk offers, going to retrieve salt and ketchup before remembering that this is food made by a real human and not by committee. So instead he brings the cutlery- and again, despite the disarray of the apartment, his eating utensils are very clean.

"Ah, Schubert," Hawk says, which really says it all, "but uh- Brubeck? I'm not familiar."

Didn't found his quartet until '51.

"Wait- no, don't tell me, play some for me when we go to Empty Pockets. I'd hate to open all my presents early. Gotta leave something for next time- I don't want you thinking I'll just listen to your composers all on the first date, even if you did make me dinner."