Annie really only talks when she's nervous, so he'd be fine.

"Oh, wow, uhm. thank you. It looks delicious." She stands and moves over towards his blanket, gingerly sitting on the corner of it. "I think I'm okay without the wine." She's not a huge drinker, except every once in a while, and having not eaten, she'd pass.

But she'll take a handful of grapes instead.

"Can I- ah... What's your name? Sorry. I'm Annie."