"No apologies necessary, Miss Demidova, your input is more than welcome."

It was easy enough to say those words with genuine feeling. In any other scenario, at any other time, he truly would welcome her input on any mission that passed his way. She kept her gaze wide and missed no little detail, and he had no doubt that her age hid a wealth of experience that one would be foolish to underestimate. She seemed to be going along with him for now, and while that was all he really needed, it was still far too soon to relax.

Her softening voice was met by a charming smile and nod of Goemon's head... though he bore no illusions it would disarm her in the least. 

"I agree with your thoughts there, an- Ah!" The main course was served, the waiter moving down their table with their plates, serving the good ladies first. Fish dominated the plates -Salmon or one of it's close relatives, if the orange flesh was any indication- a butter sauce dotted with capers and pepper glazing it's surface. A carefully arranged bed of greens pillowed one end of the fish, onion and cherry tomatoes nestled within it's leaves. A coarse, brown rice specked with slices of mushroom hugged the edge of the filet to complete the plate, everything looking just a little too much of this and too little of that for the Japanese spy. 

"I suppose raw was too much to ask for..." He spoke up after the waiter had left, offering a slight bow towards the meal before looking over to Galina once more. "What is the term Americans have adopted? [i]Bon Appet[/i]?"