It was strange, holding hands with Lily, but it felt a little right, too. He wondered, if in his old age, that he was starting to get sentimental and looking to maybe settle down. Not that he was old in the way of weres, but he was old in the way of human years. He was eighty in humans years and was probably in the prime of his life in werecat years, though he wasn't for sure how long cat's generally lived. Was he growing up?
"Fruit," he answered without hesitation. Wine is made from grapes, so it falls in the fruit food group," he chuckled. "Pork isn't bad, but I like my steak most definitely. Might go with me being a were?" He shrugged. "Bacon is fantastic, though," he chuckled.
He smiled and squeezed her hand back and then laughed at her question as they made it to the door. He did have to let go of her hand to open the door so she could enter first and him follow. "Medium rare..unless I'm shifted, then all bets are off," he grinned as they made it inside. The hostess came forward and he told her his name for the reservation. She nodded, grabbed menus and started to lead them to a table.