[ She gravitates towards the table, fingertips skimming along the edge of it, watching the artificial flames dance lightly in their holders. She's not sure what she'd been expecting - hadn't had much time to think about it, really - but it's... nice. The effort he's put in.

She turns back to face him, shrugging at the mention of food. ] What, you didn't roast me a wild animal caught with your bare hands?

[ Belatedly, she remembers the bottle of wine weighing down her jacket, tugging it out and offering it to him before claiming one of the seats at the table. ] I won this off Uhura in a poker game. She was pissed, so it's probably pretty good.