Well, I don't know from manners, but nobody wants to fill up before dessert.

[But you know what she didn't take off the table? Other forms of flirtin's. Junpei reaches across to gently take her hand, fingertips grazing from her inner wrist down her fingers before he resettles his hand under hers.]

You don't need this, do you? I mean, you're a lefty, right?

[He brushes his thumb idly over her knuckles, back and forth.]