"Oh, you," she chuckled at him with his grin. She didn't blush. Her eyes sparkled with merriment as they moved from hansom toward the train. "I think we can eat on the train." She wasn't picky about food. As long as she was in good company, she was happy. Quentin was good company. She looped her arm through his as they walked and smiled up at him. It was hard not to look at him.