Alicia had just managed to compose herself and lift her fork when he spoke again. The waiter looked back over her shoulder at them and she looked up, shooting daggers at Pucey.
"Actually, no. It's probably the wine." She moved in her chair a bit and took a bite of her salmon, which was very good and well worth the money, she had to admit.
She made a low soft noise, deliberately, she had to admit, and slowly slid the fork past her lips. "This is so good," she said. "You really should try some of it."