The Murkrow was probably going to be smug about this for days, and the thought of it made Kay snicker into Johan's shoulder. She was grateful for that, not having been one hundred percent confident that she would have been able to remain dry-eyed. That stupid lump was still very much present in her throat, but at least her grin had returned when she pulled back (somewhat reluctantly) to retrieve her sandwich.

"If you want him to preen forever, then feel free," she informed him hoarsely. "But before that, we might as well eat all of this before the waiters come after us again to eat inside because it's 'more conducive to a romantic evening' or whatever it was that hostess said." Not that she thought they would, but the thought made her grin wider. She didn't feel like upholding a serious mood for the rest of the date, anyway.