She grinned warmly at him, reaching across the table for his hand as the waiter returned with a tea and a coffee. "There we are. Are we ready to order?"
"Very good. And for you, sir?" Poppy spoke up, studying Francis for a moment. "He'll have the chocolate chip pancakes, please," she said politely, looking up at the waiter with a grin. He nodded as he wrote it down and folded the notepad. "Great. I'll be right back with that."
"It is, right? I feel like I don't get to do this kind of stuff enough with you. We're kind of homebodies..."