Her natural inclination is to question him until he tells her or leaves. But her better judgment reminds her she doesn't want him to leave. Patience is not a native virtue, but she's trying to cultivate it.

So. Menu. Hmm. "Famished? I should have kept you at home and fed you, you'd be full by now," she teases. The ice wasn't particularly fun for either of them, but she knows for a fact it won't last forever. Reynard will decamp to cooler climes in the summer, she has no doubt, like he did this past year. "It's tough to decide. I love French onion soup, but I also like escargot. Probably the soup today, to warm up."