"Aw, I thought I was really on a roll there," she chuckles in kind, and moves around the table finally to use a napkin from one of the tables to plug the hole that she'd left in the glass to keep the cold out. His announcement that he planned on a Valentine's meal catches her off guard as she's making sure that it won't budge.

"Normally it would be my job to get you something," she points out with some amusement. "But an evening in does sound nice. I'll see what I can sneak home from behind the bar and be able to treat you." A wink; she knows that the owner can hear her, and knows that she isn't just going to be leaving with a bottle of wine like that.