Connor bites his lip as he smiles, eyes lighting up. "You did smell a plot."

Their little table is set for two with the duct taped flowers off-center, chairs on adjacent sides of the table rather than across. It's just steaks and veggies but it does indeed smell even better now that it's out and plated, and Connor takes a moment to give Sophie a slow look up and down before pulling out a chair. "Here."