"It does," she agrees with a smile. She doesn't consider herself a brave person, in general, which is what prompted the clarification. He'll have to wonder until he asks because she's not going to admit something like that for just a look.

It's not hard to get one of the waitstaff to come over. There's a slate and a piece of chalk and an expectant look from a chicken person who might be in their teens. (It's always such a hard age.) "Braised rabbit for me, and goslingroot tagliatelle for him, please."