Harry threw his head back and laughed. He liked bold Katie, and he told her so. "Well, in that case, it makes a bit more sense." He held the door open for her at the restaurant again. "I do a lot of Googling, honestly," he said. "So that's where I get all my research. Just typed in 'best dessert in New York' and a bunch of things pop up." He shrugged. "I haven't been here yet, so let's hope the internet is right."
The host led them to a table in the corner, and Harry sat, picking up the menu to scan over it. "Looks like it hits all of our wants. Fruit, caramel, chocolate ... there are even desserty drinks, if that's your inclination."