"Clearly. The last thing we'd want is you getting out of shape and being unable to keep up with me any longer." She tsked sadly as if it was an actual concern, when it clearly wasn't. They were as well -suited in the bedroom as they were out of it, she thought. She was never afraid to try new things, and she learned quickly and eagerly and there were some benefits to working in a bookstore- you could learned the damnedest things in books.
She let her gaze wander over the menu for a few more moments and then gave up with a sigh. "Shrimp pasta it is then," she said with a laugh.