( ooc: sorry for the delay! it's been a trying week. if you'd rather wrap this up quick, or shelf this and jump into something new in the mingle, i'm good either way! )

Sometimes I forget how old you are.

( she remarks with some humor in her words, her eyes remaining on him for a moment as he mentions natasha. there's... something there, but she's promised to not push, to not peek into his mind, even if an emotion so strong cut through her attempt not to.

glancing instead at the food place where he's parked at, she figures it's easier this way, to keep things at surface level. )

You're talking to the European, remember? ( turning back to him, she smiles softly. ) I think you said you would pay for dinner?