He looked down at the pocket watch (and not without thinking that it was undeserved) and back up to her with a funny little smile crossing his face. "It's excellent," he told her. "Really. I couldn't have asked for something better."
Reaching for his pint, he lifted his brows once she'd finished with the menu. He assumed that meant it was safe for chat again. "How are things at work?" he ventured. "And how are you?"
He debated how best to bring up the journal next, and wondered if he ought to try writing her. It seemed silly to write her about nothing, but then, he was curious as to whether or not the journals worked (though they no doubt did, with his brothers behind them).