He smiled over at Sif, and leaned in to kiss her once more. "I do like that version of dessert," he decided. "I might like it more than actual dessert." Which was saying a lot for Foggy. He did like dessert quite a bit. But kissing Sif? Far better, in his opinion.
"Hey, don't give me that look," he said with a slight smile. "You could have said no. How was I to know?" He squeezed her hand lightly, and started toward the door. "What sort of dinner are you feeling tonight, Sif? Italian? Thai? Seafood?"
He was really interested in any sort of food. He wasn't picky in the slightest.