She nodded vaguely, thinking that the lunch they would end up having was probably a bit different from what he was expecting, but that couldn't be helped, could it?
Swinging open the door to Il Mulino (her favorite - the only place that was really like Italy, which had always reminded her most of home), her eyes scanned the people already seated, waiting to spot that familiar face. She was holding her breath in anticipation, almost not daring to believe that he'd be here until -
There.
Her eyes lit up when she saw him - her favorite family member, the one who always brought a smile to her face. With a delighted squeak, she rushed forward, flinging both her arms around him.