"And what, might I ask, is for dessert? Or is it a surprise?" he teased back, holding her waist and bumping his nose against hers.
"We better finish up this food, then," he said, sliding his arms free with a wicked grin. "I'll set the table?"
He grabbed two plates and utensils, spreading them out on place-mats as he left Fleur to finish the curry. Setting the salad on the table with some dressing, he turned back to his wife.