He looked at her, and she looked back, everything she couldn't manage to put into words there in her eyes. How much she wanted that, how much she was afraid to want it, how much that one simple concept meant to her... This was neither the time nor the place, but she rested her hand over his, hoping that would be enough for now. It wasn't as if she could tell him anything she hadn't yet worked out for herself, anyway.

"You've got it," she said. Local cuisine was an incredibly broad statement here, but she figured they could just see what they passed on the way back. "Shall we?"