"We'll I greatly appreciate it and I wanted to treat you." It was unlike her had this been from years ago. He would have taken her out, bought her meal and ordered for her---tonight Isabelle was ordering for herself, and that alone showed her that John had at least started to handle his domineering personality better, or he gave her more respect than he had before.
She looked over the menu and then smiled politely to the waiter. "I'll have the chicken and foie gras and roasted fruit."