Meaghan glanced up at his words. She wasn't sure what she was being thanked for this time. She hadn't complimented him; she hadn't agreed to same favor, had she? No, she was sure she hadn't. All she'd done was tell him she understood about the shop being his life, which she did. Quidditch had always been her life until now, but now the shop was.
Her eyes moved back to the menu. The menu was made of French cuisine dishes which she had never truly got behind. "I think I'll have the marinated mushrooms and then steamed mussels in vermouth for my entree." She paused. "What about you?"