For a moment, she thought the woman was going to say no and that she'd have to return to James, sulking like a dog with its tail between its legs. But then she spoke and a flicker of glee shot through her. "Thank you, ma'am," she grinned with a thankful sigh, shifting to take the seat the woman had offered. A flicker of unexpected movement across the seat caught her attention and Annabeth hesitated for a moment. She'd recognize a wand anywhere with her life long obsession (that she claimed was just a passion, but honestly was easily an obsession) but why the woman was being so careless with her's in a muggle establishment illuded her. Maybe it had fallen out of a pocket and she hadn't yet realized. Most wizards acted as if a muggle learning about magic was the end of the world - which was silly. Rather than make a big deal of it, she continued to sit, making sure to snag the wand before it risked being sat on and smoothly shifted the chestnut wand back to the witch.

Might want to keep a better eye on that, there are a lot of muggles here," she whispered before quickly switching back to her normal volume as if nothing had happened. "Here for dinner, though of course, my brother had to go and leave me for his friends as soon as we got here. It is almost like he planned it, though how he would've when it was my idea to come, I'm not too sure."