[She is settling in okay, in point of fact. Better than she could have ever expected, were she to have had any inkling that such a thing would happen to her in the first place. It isn't only that, however, which makes her smile so much more comfortable this time around. He's easy for her to talk to, enough so that she doesn't think about it, either, which is really saying something when one considers how most of her experiences with people have gone. It's a combination of factors, really - he's just the right age to be a familiar sort of presence but different enough in personality to avoid reminding her of any of the other boys she knows, with whom her relationships are far more complicated, among a number of other things - but it also helps very much for her to have purpose. To soothe whatever concerns he had, still has... that's a large portion of what encourages her to speak more freely, to joke more comfortably, to make things easier for him, and the strange part is that it works for her, too. The evidence is plain to see in the way she comes about as close to grinning as a girl like her ever does, eyes bright.]

Did you know that before the incident with the foam, or was that something you figured out afterward?

[Card handed back, she casts a quick glance around, lips pressing together. There's a distinct lack of traffic going on at the moment - nobody else in line, nobody who even looks like they might be any time soon - so when she turns back to him there's a tiny quirk to her smile that has only the faintest tinge of mischief. There's nothing bad about it, not really, but it still feels just a bit like getting away with something when she says,] It doesn't look busy to me. [She even briefly raises the little slip of paper upon which she's just written his order, giving it half a wave.] There's only one, and I'm sure whoever they are, they won't mind.