"I'll have you know that smails are quite delicious - especially since they're so covered by melted garlic butter that nobody really remembers what they're supposed to taste like anyway."
When he leaned in, she did as well, not certain what to expect. When he spoke, though, she smiled at him fondly, even blushing a little at the proof of his regard. Honestly, she was so far from used to this sort of treatment that it was almost like it was all new again.
She could get used to this.
"This place is very nice," she assured him, reaching over to touch his hand with hers.
At that moment, the waiter arrived with their wine.