She giggled. If she was sober (not that she had drunk a lot - at the moment, she was only starting on her second glass), she would have thought it a strange promise. But since she wasn't exactly, it made her happy. "Really?"
Picking up her fork, Maki started on her pasta, too, tilting her head slightly to the side with the first forkful in a dreamy expression. "Mm. It's delicious."