Her brow raised, "Wow, dinner and a show? Now you're spoiling me." His head bumped against hers and she raised a hand to his face. She didn't think they would actually get to one show a month but she knew he'd try. That was why she didn't lament the times they didn't go out, she knew he'd try if he could.
Sliding into the booth she leaned into his arm, glad to actually have a little privacy. "You know better. It takes more than the flash and money to impress me, Hank."