Marcie wasn't so excited about the insects, but she liked the yoga and rock climbing, telling him how she went to the gym and did a bit of boxing now and martial arts and gymnastics and cheerleading when she was younger; she couldn't cook or bake for shit but she'd love to try whatever he wanted to put into her mouth; some stories of the big city and working for a fucking rich and powerful lawyer, and how tiny her old apartment was compared to the four bedroom house her parents owned. She definitely steered away from anything about gods or nearly dying or her sordid history in this town. She was just enjoying Cathal's company so much that she didn't want to bring up anything that might lower the mood.
Somewhere during the meal, she slipped off her shoe and found his ankle under the table with her toes, and rubbed against it lightly just to keep things interesting.