Rose hesitated. She did want to be somewhere more comfortable - and there he went again, knowing her mind before she said it - but she was also actually quite starving, despite all the anxiety floating around inside her. The anxiety... it was getting better. The hunger wasn't.
"What's your stance on eating lobster on the couch?" she asked, slotting his fingers in with his the way she wanted them. She almost just stood up and grabbed their plates to move them, but maybe he was one of those types who didn't like to eat anywhere else but the table. Maybe it was harder for him. She didn't know. It was better to ask.
Then there'd be clean up, and she'd like to do that together with him. She didn't want to be the sort of guest that let her host do all the cleaning; that was just rude. Plus... Plus, there was something about cleaning up with him. Something that made it feel like she might perhaps belong here a little better if he let her.
It was all silly thinking, she told herself. And yet... there it was. She wanted to be more than a guest here.