"I'm well, thank you." It was strange, this moment. Something like an out of body experience that she would really want to share with someone later on. Funny how seeing him made her feel sixteen again, and perfectly inferior. So long as it didn't show on the outside, she'd be fine. "I'd love to." The formality was a nice touch. Kitty knew Erik Lehnsherr was nothing if not a gentleman in all things.
She took her food and waited for Erik to take his before following him to a table. Dropping her coat across the back of the chair, she set her purse down before sitting. "I'm going by your tastes here," she admitted, looking at the soup with a quiet laugh. "I have no idea what was ordered."