I'm glad that I asked. Otherwise I might have expected something a little more robust, but now I know better.

[ She would have guessed something particularly American, like grilled meats and beer and something made with potatoes. The answer brings another smile to her face as she finishes off what's left of her soup.

Then, she chews on her lip briefly, realizing that she finally has to admit defeat. ]

Thank you for lunch, or... [ Elizabeth gestures to their surroundings; I really don't know what time of day it's meant to be. ] I should, um... I wanted to touch up a few things on my painting.

[ You know, the one she'd been putting together at the beginning of all this. ]