[Skilled in fighting doesn't always mean skilled in eating--although she's met a few who were both.
She looks from the table they were sitting at to the one next to theirs and hopes no one sits down; they may need the room.]
To be honest, with the two of us, those cakes probably won't stand a chance.
[She laughs with him and squeezes his hand. It's nice seeing him this way. She likes it, and she likes him. A lot. But does she love him? She's about to say something when the waiter returns with the first of their food.]
Awww. He won't lose her. :D (Sorry, couldn't resist stealing the waiter)
She looks from the table they were sitting at to the one next to theirs and hopes no one sits down; they may need the room.]
To be honest, with the two of us, those cakes probably won't stand a chance.
[She laughs with him and squeezes his hand. It's nice seeing him this way. She likes it, and she likes him. A lot. But does she love him? She's about to say something when the waiter returns with the first of their food.]