The smile blooms over Steph's lips like an early morning flower to the sun, slow and smooth and utterly natural. Not about the meal, though she can pretty much always eat, wasn't raised to say no to available food. Just that he asked, that he gave her that courtesy even when she broke polite boundaries first, her fingertips still resting on his hand.

His over hers.

She looks down and smiles a little more at how Steve's hand covers hers but doesn't quite dwarf it. She imagines he doesn't see many hands that come close to his size. Steph's might be slender, but she's got larger hands than most of her men.

She beams up at him, curling fingers into more of a hold over his hand, not just a touch, and nods. "Dinner would be great."