Admittedly, the menu is for Reese - who, once it arrives, may spend quite a long period of time buried behind it, poring over her options.

All of which look fantastic.

Her stomach grumbles audibly, reminding her that it's been a while since she's eaten.

"What're you thinking?" she asks, peering over the menu at him.

(It might be a question mostly in relation to what he's eating. Then again, it might not.)