Meg's pen hesitates as she looks up at him. "Really?" She bows her head and resumes filling out the second half of the form. "Price is a consideration. Graduate student budgets don't stretch very far, as you can imagine. Style ... simple, comfortable. It only has to last as long as I'm here, really." She finishes filling out the form and pushes the paper back towards Fraser. "I don't suppose you'd be willing to help me look?" She adds an engaging smile. "Although perhaps you already have plans for the evening."
Flirting with her own husband, while pretending they are not, in fact, married. It's an odd sensation.