Teddy's mouth twitched upward appreciatively at the touch, his own moving to dance lightly against hers before deftly continuing the movement to grab for his water. Elizabeth did the same, if only to use the glass to hide the cheeky smile that had fluttered over her mouth.
"Well, the kid did learn to flip a burger the right way when he was five. No surprise he got good at it." Adam smiled conversationally, gesturing with his head to his son.
"It runs in the family," Elizabeth chimed in with a laugh, though Adam seemingly had no response for that. "He probably would have made a better line cook when he was that age than the guy we have now. It's nice to know he's putting those skills to good use, though."
Teddy cleared his throat, suddenly eager to fill the space that followed. "Yeah, well, she says that but she's just as good at it as I am-" he started before his glance to her actually took his gaze within visual range of the menu. He tilted his head and leaned closer to Natasha's shoulder, squinting at the words written before he chirped almost absentmindedly. "Oooo, they've got squid ink pasta." And you smell nice, the rest of that statement went, but he managed to refrain from actually blurting out that part in front of his parents.
"Focus. Pretty fiance, conversation with your parents. Food later," Elizabeth reminded him, though she was still smiling. She turned her attention back to Natasha. "I swear, you'd think he never eats."