"You're quite delicious company yourself, sir," Emerald chuckled, slipping into a lightly flirty mode as she took a sip of the wine. Her eyes widened slightly as she watched as Banru turned into a sort of culinary version of Mary Poppins with the picnic basket. The smell of the steaks made her stomach realize that it really was very hungry, after all the energy she had spent on her shoes. "You've quite out-done yourself, dah'ling. I'm very impressed~"
Then while her wolfish Niflheimer comrade adjusted his napkin-bid, she un-crossed, re-crossed, and un-crossed her legs again in a more conscious attempt to get them to stop moving. She sipped her wine again and tried to remain staring at the steak while she did this, so Emerald didn't catch how he gazed so intensely at her hand.
It didn't take very much, then, to scare the hell out of the woman when Banru slammed the hungry utensil into the table. She exclaimed, "Shit!", dropped her wine glass, jumped up, and gripped the table with both hands while her legs froze up to stop her aching feet from walking away in the bloody shoes.
Breathing heavily, Emerald tried to grin and laugh it off, "Oh ho ho, ready to dig right in, no? I'm not ready to have a heart attack at MY age, but I must admit, that was... that was..."