Natasha watches with muted delight as he takes a bite of bread with what she can only think of as a heap of butter on top. She takes another bite of her own roll as she listens, laughing a little at the picture he paints. "Isn't having to watch someone make out outside of a window part of the charm of a diner?" She's only a little bit kidding. "If they're open late, sounds like we might have just found a place for dessert."