"It looks like we won't have to wait long to find out." Everett nodded at the server making his way to their table at long last. The smell of herbs washed over the table and Everett found himself inhaling as the food was placed in front of them. Everett could honestly say he had no idea what the food was on his plate, but it looked as delicious as it smelled.

"Graci." Everett nodded as sincerely as he could manage, hoping that Verity would step in if his praise was not effusive enough in a mere thank you.

Once the waiter had left Everett waited for Verity to take a bite before doing the same. It was delicious. Wonderful. Flavorful. Dare say better than anything he might have had at home (although that might be because he more often than not ate at the pub than at home). He leaned forward again with a low voice to admit, "I have no idea what this is, but it is delicious." Then realizing he was likely being rude in some manner by not asking about her food first he leaned back and looked at her, "How is your's?"