It was all things she had heard before, but coming from Pegasus it made her cheeks glow with delicate pink. Perhaps it was the term wife and how she adored it so- just like she adored him. And being Cyndia Crawford. The way life was meant to be. Their lives, anyhow.

She seemed unable to let go of him, or unwilling, even as she moved her dress aside so that she could sit properly in the car with him. Once comfortable she laid her head on his shoulder again. "Whatever you'd like is just fine." Her tone returned to the softness she was known for, now that she didn't have to speak over the crowd and the pitter-patter of rain. "You're hungry too, aren't you?" Peering up at him from her place at his side.