Lion Head Mesa Man, know yourself… and you shalt know the gods

they walk, and the times there is silence it is companionable rather than uncomfortable. a small smile touches the corner of her lips; it has been long since one has surprised her, and Thutmose… his surprise is thorough!
even moreso when they arrive does she see this. what lays before them is lovely even to merely look upon. the view is one that takes her breath away, and it takes her perhaps a moment too long to heed his gesture if only because she is so distracted by the beauty of the place he has taken her! 
but she does, eventually, take a seat before him. now it is him her eyes linger upon—she had not even imagined him capable of such a sweet thing. and now, Toula thought much of him. even if this was not who he was at the heart of him, he was… he was willing to be, for her. 
how romantic! there was a full smile that came to her lips at the imagining of this. soon the fellahin would come before them with plated things off of the menu he had no doubt helped to curate.
this is so very thoughtful of you, she says at last—for all that time she had speechless by the effort he had made. it has only begun, and I adore it already, she said in earnest.