Straightening up at the compliment, she blinked a few times before she was able to answer. "Arron, I think that's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me." She was visibly flustered, her cheeks nearly matching her dress as she gave his hand a squeeze. "If that's the case then I hope all my bad tippers don't ask me out, since I only have a few nice dresses and I'd hate to have to get more." That wasn't actually a joke, she really didn't keep a lot of fancy dresses just hanging around.
Resisting the urge to drain another glass of wine as soon as he filled it, she nodded at his comment. "My father always said people who pay more for their wine than their meal should get the stick up their arse removed before it affects their ability to sit up straight." Euterpe knew that was on the list of things she probably shouldn't say, but she wanted to illustrate the class difference between them. If he thought she was kidding about feeling like a fish out of water, well this was her way of proving she wasn't. She preferred pub grub to fine fare, and hard cider to cabernet, but she'd never thought those things would come up while she was out with him. Now, she knew better.
Looking over the menu, Euterpe picked out the second least-expensive item on it. "I'll have the chicken piccata please, over linguine." She picked up her glass and took a sip. "And more of whatever this is, thanks." Since Euterpe knew she'd be drinking a lot of it.