[ Moenbryda looks up as soon as she hears his voice, going from thoughtful contemplation to bright joy in a heartbeat. If she wasn't sitting down (and hadn't gotten most of the shameless physical contact out of her system when she dropped by earlier) she looks like she might have gotten up to hug him again, but instead she settles for companionably knocking her ankle against his when he sits down at the table. ]

I haven't even been here five minutes. It didn't take as long to bike here as I thought it would. [ She does look a little windswept, but she brushes that aside, tapping a finger imperiously on the menu instead before sliding it over to him across the table. ] What are you in the mood for?