There's something in his grin that makes her own smile grow, and she bites at her lip for fear of it splitting her face.

Katherine's all about fairness and equality, here.

"And because you're a gentleman," she begins, a singsong quality to her voice. "I'm sure you'll agree to buying your competition dinner, when you lose."

(However, she's also not opposed to taking a cheat when offered to her.)

There are perhaps three more quiet steps as she smirks at him, eyes glinting, before she laughs, turning on her heel and bolting up the path, arms swinging free from her coat pockets.