And, at that point, Libby knew she really shouldn't be wasting time and getting around to actually ordering something, but she found herself, for a moment, instead of looking at the menu, looking over it, over at Kurt, and just sort of smiling softly about....well, everything.

Then she realized she'd probably gone a little day-dreamy there and, with yet another flush of red rushing up to fill her face, she ducked her head and tried to focus on the task at hand. It took a while, before she could even start making sense of the words, and taking it all in with an actual mind toward what she might like to eat, which was especially difficult, when each thing sounded as interesting or delicious as the last.

So her eyes bounced back up to Kurt again.

"You're the expert in all of this," she pointed out. "What would you recommend? Maybe that's a good place to start."