She sees that half-smile, and matches it with one of her own.

"Yes, dear."

She waits for him to step down into the street and help her off the boardwalk, boots meeting the earth in a small plume of dust before they head across the broad way and up the steps to the little restaurant across the way.

It's fairly clean inside, walls of horsehair plaster and fine mahogany trim. There's a table in the corner, by the window, that looks appealing to Kate. She gestures to it, and peers up to see if Ben approves.