Lottie furrowed her brow a bit at his subtle hostile comment, but passed it off as a flare of hunger-driven irritation. The truth was that she was beyond impressed with the reaction of the staff and crew, and she gave them a lot of credit. Manning a ship was hard, and the weather wasn't always spot on. She already had had a little taste of what it would be like to get the Golden Apple up and running again, even with her manager helping. But to have a gourmet restaurant back in enough shape to serve food the same day? It was nothing to scoff at.
She nodded at his assumption of getting lucky, and tried to ignore the close way he looked at her. "Yeah, I did. At least, for the moment. I could very well have some bumps and bruises I haven't seen yet in a day or two, though. Anyway," she shook her head abruptly, looking for a way to change the conversation. "Do you want to go somewhere else to eat? I don't think this place is quite ready yet and..." she gazed around the room, and skimmed her hand over the centerpiece of the table, "Gourmet isn't exactly my cup o' tea. I'm much more into... fat," Lottie admitted bluntly, and then laughed.
"In 20 years I'm not going to be a pretty sight. But, you only live once, right?" she asked with a playful smile, before taking the initiative and moving away from the table. He didn't have to join her if he didn't want to, but from the looks of things her suggestion was more of a command.