[A white summer dress with matching thigh highs, and no panties to get in the way if he really goes that far up to explore. Above the table she smiles at the waiter as drinks are brought along, but then she's focused on him again.]

That makes sense, it's not really a lunch item I suppose. But there were potstickers, and that's a third of the way as good.

[If he needed to touch he could have just said so, she kind of wonders why he didn't.]