"Yes, that's very true," Rosie nodded with a sarcastically sweet smile. She would kick his ass, no matter how pretty she thought it was. For some reason she was surprised that he remembered that about her mothers cooking, but even more so at his last remark. "Appealing? Most come in here for the hard edges. And besides, who says you're right? That I have a softer side?" Shes teased him. She didn't often like to admit that she did.
The waitress came finally with his tea. Rosie gave her a questioning look before she left. "The service here is so slow," she said light lightheartedly.