Quiet wasn't quite an appropriate descriptor for what Susan had in mind.
Hopefully he'd forgive her.
"That sounds fine. I wasn't particularly looking forward to eating in the Great Hall myself," she admitted. "After we do, want to go find your alcove? The one behind the tapestry?" The one where he'd kissed her for what she counted as the first time (because it hadn't ended with both of them running away and acting awkward).