Maybe he'd start a sketch? West considered it but didn't really want to let go of Alice's hand in order to actually manage it. Instead he went for more food, last hotdog on his plate. He'd have to go get more soon. He WAS still hungry after all.

He checked the time and made a few more notes, his mouth full of food. He'd already noticed some of the movement of the stars but then he'd been here a while already. Now the rest of the night would be tracking the continuing movement of his chosen constellations. And holding Alice's hand for as long as she allowed it, and as long as people didn't notice and all.

Hmm could he accio some more food here? He was out of coffee now too.