Wearing a fairly self-satisfied half-smile, she leaned a shoulder against the ornate stone arch they stood beneath, folding her arms lazily and watching him stare at the spread. There was no doubt in her mind that the people sitting in the back row could hear his stomach growling. Or churning. More than likely both, but the food here was the cure for that, wasn't it?
Found out from her own experience.
"Sorry. I don't think with my stomach," she chortled at him. "Would you have believed me anyway?"
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