This felt much better - she was starting to act like herself again, and it made it much easier for Orsino to relax. Still, his hand returned to the sugar packets, lifting and dropping them idly.
"It would appear so," he told her, a slight grin creeping onto his face. His right eyebrow quirked slightly. "Is there going to be homework?"
Reaching to his plate, he popped the last of the fish into his mouth, continuing on to push the remaining chips around, leaving little trails of vinegar on the platter surface.