Natasha leans forward, resting her hand on his arm as she accepts the bite of peach. Her lips brush against his fingertips. She lets her hand run down the length of his arm as she leans back against the cabinet. Once she's swallowed her bite, she nods her head. "You can tell it's fresh. Good choice."

Maybe they'll just have to forego real meals while they're in France in favor of grazing on fruit, cheese and bread. Though it does seem like it'd be a shame to come to a coastal town and not try seafood.

"Want to take a ride along the water front later? We can watch the sunset."