Izzy grinned over at him, though she simply nodded, omitting the detail that she had, in fact, guessed correctly. "That sounds good," she replied, seriously considering it for herself though her typical standby when out to lunch happened to be one very gourmet item: chicken fingers.
"I'm a turkey sandwich kinda girl," she stated, small voice very matter-of-fact and businesslike as she regarded the menu. "With lettuce and swiss cheese. Pepperjack is okay too, but I hate tomatoes."
It was sounding really good, actually, but she wasn't sure what the choice would say about her-- if it would seem like she was trying too hard, trying to deliberately copy him.
Tentatively, she looked back up at him, offering a smaller smile this time. "Thank you for taking me to lunch, D-..." She trailed off, swallowing the title before she said it. More often, recently, she had begun to question whether or not she should do as Alesta did, calling her parents by their first names. It might have been easier to just ask, but she didn't feel comfortable doing that, either. She tried again. "I mean, thanks."