Rena smiled, grateful for the water that Thomas had thoughtfully passed in her direction. She lifted the glass to her lips, the coolness of the liquid reminding her that serving tables was thirsty work. It tasted delicious. "Thanks," she said once she had swallowed.
His acknowledgment of her simple statement, however, made Rena's cheeks color slightly as she realized she had spoken aloud. "It's nothing," she murmured, smiling sheepishly. "I just like the sound of dinner time. Does that even make sense?" she asked with a slightly embarrassed chuckle. "It's... comforting. Normal. Nice."