"Only a very slight one," she tosses over her shoulder as she slips through to the dining room and takes the offered chair, smiling at him almost smugly in that way that she has which implies she knows absolutely everything- and has a plan for what to do with that information.

...which is quite often completely true.

"Well then, let's see how I can indulge you," she says lightly, plucking a menu from the table but not looking down at it, keeping her eyes trained on him. She taps her fingers on the cover for a moment, then-- "Did you ever read any Winterson?"