"A fishy mentor. Oh, bless you." Miranda leaned in and kissed his cheek. It might have been forward, but she didn't see any reason to keep from doing it. "Fishy mentor." This time he got a soft swat to the shoulder and a laugh.
"Curry, fish'n'chips, American, pub? What strikes your fancy?" She was already starting to pack up for the day once it'd been decided they'd be going for dinner.