Somewhere, deep down inside, Isobel knew she ought to be more distraught by the situation they found themselves in, but somehow, she couldn't dwell on that, at least right now. So instead she gave him a little grin, leaning up and reaching over across the the table to pluck up a cherry that had escaped from the confines of the crust, popping it between her lips and settling back in her seat, licking her fingers slowly clean.
"I like the sound of that," she said with a bite of her lip, licking them clean and settling back, crossing her legs beneath the table and giving one of his legs a little nudge with her own. "Never did get a chance to see New York with you. You'll make it up to me here?"