"I'm not picky, but the chicken sounds good, with the lemon ginger sauce. And definitely dessert. Dark chocolate mousse with raspberry." She's decisive even if she does eat almost everything. "You can order anything you want."

Then she grins back at him. "As for wine, the answer is usually, 'yes please.' Preferably red."

Her chin joins her hand resting on his shoulder, because Maggie, unlike much of her generation, has never been big on personal space. Not with people she likes.