"A fortunate coincidence, then," said Percy. He smiled at her and pushed her his menu. He'd already ordered his meal.
"A beer then," he said, and signaled Tom to send another their way. He then sank back into his chair, hoping he looked relaxed. He was doing a crap job of it, he feared. He could practically feel the stiffness settling in his shoulders.
"Um. Yes," he said. "Trying to, anyway. I didn't really do anything interesting, I'm afraid. You're looking at it." He pulled the present she'd given him closer and gestured at it with a hand. "Er. Shall I?"