Darling. He'd always called her that - at first she thought it'd been a common expression with him, but the long she'd known him, the more she'd noticed it was probably as close to a pet name as she was ever going to get. Secretly, she liked it when he called her that, even if it did sound slick and ridiculously smooth. But that was Bruce, he was the epitome of smooth. Selina smiled at his choice, closing the menu to look up at the waitress.
"The Cacciucco, please."
Something simple, something she'd missed. It was a good job that Carmine's did most Italian fare, not just the standard pizza and pasta. Anything stodgy and doughy would do her any favours, especially since she intended to be out on the street later. Selina smiled politely as she handed her menu back to the server, reaching down to smooth her skirt out once more, before reaching back to pick up her bag. She opened it slowly peering inside.
"I have something to give to you - " she looked back to Bruce as they were left alone again " - well, it's not for you, but you can pass it on for me." Selina pulled a small black box out of her clutch, a jewellery box, and pushed it across the table towards him.
"I didn't get the chance to speak to Cassandra at the party, which I still feel awful about, but I wanted you to give her this from me. A small gift to say welcome to Gotham."
Inside the velvet box was a locket. It was simple and silver with room for a couple of pictures inside. Inscribed on the back was a simple proverb, one she'd remembered from her childhood visits to church. She thought it was sweet, appropriate.
May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind be always at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face; The rains fall soft upon your fields and until we meet again, May God hold you in the palm of His hand.