"Oh, I'd say you'd doing just fine," she says, half-distracted by the way that he bites his lip. "It's... I mean...." She just sort of trails off, before she blinks when he says something about cheese.

"Oh- cheese sauce, for dinner. It's okay, it can wait." She breathes the words, because the last thing she really wants to do right this second is move. The lobster's on a timer, and his hand's warm on her waist, so that's pretty much the two important things going on right now.

Raleigh actually has to pull in a breath - to remember to do that. Breathing, it's a thing. "I mean, hell, we could just eat lobster and croissants, at this point, and I'd be pretty happy." She can't stop the way she smiles, and she finally lets her fingers slip from his - so that her hand can find his waist, and not for the first time in her life she actually wishes that she was taller.