Rose purred contently, tilting her head to bare her throat to Rolf and hopefully keep his kisses coming. “Ooh, nifty!” she grinned, when he changed the language on the menu. While not a stranger to travelling, it was only recently that her travels had started taking on a more luxurious angle. Otherwise she had been staying in the homes of friends or colleagues, or more often in work camps or hostels while on a mission. That is, unless they were simply assigned a sleeping bag and a general rest-area.
“Mmm, kisses,” Rose smiled as she too perused menu. “We have to try that one… the lingonberry porridge…” she squinted slightly to make sense of the Finnish name; “Vis- Vispipuuro?” Rolling slightly against Rolf, rubbing up closer against him, she looked up at him. “Or chocolate. Lots and lots of chocolate that we can work off… “