Lisa looked up from her menu at the name of the dish then burst into laughter.
"Oh, God, you didn't just make that up, did you?" She scanned her own menu, still laughing and her eyes widened. "You didn't! Oh, I love it! I also happen to think Jackie Chan is fantastic, so I have to have something that the Drunken Master might eat. I'll have the..." She tried to compose herself, then giggled through the name. "Cirus Sake Glazed Flaming Drunken Jackie Chan Shrimp..."
The menu dropped the few inches to her plate and she wrapped her arms around herself as the laugh was renewed. Noah was probably going to think she'd been drinking before he picked her up, but she hadn't. She was having an evening out with a wonderful man who took her to restaurants where the menu made her laugh.
It was a good day.
It almost made her forget that they hadn't been able to find Cheshire the night before. After wandering dark streets until their flashlights dimmed and encountering quite a few cats, a dog and several homeless people, they'd returned to her flat. While tea was being made, an emotionally and physically drained Lisa had started to cry. Noah had held her, then left her on the sofa to make the tea. She had awoken the next morning, lying on her sofa, a blanket over her and a cold cup of tea on the side table.
The man was amazing.
Lisa calmed down and said, "Sorry, I'm easily amused, I suppose. I'll be fine." She fanned her face with her hands, then a sip of water. "As for dancing? I'm actually not very good at it. I enjoy it, but it's my mother who dances and sings. I do neither well, at all." Which was a shame, because she might want to dance with Noah.