He laughs brightly at her approval, shoves his hands into his pockets and lets his eyes skim over the menu before finally settling on ordering a crepe. He hasn't had one for a while, and they cook quicker anyway. Pawing through his wallet he glances sideways at Siobhan.
"Can you think of a drink, at least? Hot chocolate or coffee, or something else?"
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"Can you think of a drink, at least? Hot chocolate or coffee, or something else?"