[ one fork of which she offers him, leaning forward, as she settles the plate between them. her expression is very nonchalant about it. smile, what smile. she's not pleased seeing his suppressed grin at all.
and that's not her eyes flicking down into his lap at his verbal and not-so-verbal suggestion at all. ] Good to know. [ she watches him, watches his reaction, steady and calm and collected. which is how she knows exactly the right moment to maneuver herself around into his lap - because she wants to and she can. ]