She sort of toasts him with the jar of stew. "If anyone asks, it's the best knifing I've ever gotten." Caro, you need to stop. But she makes an over the top flirty face at him anyway. If she were sitting next to him instead of across from, she'd probably elbow him in the side obnoxiously. It's probably a good thing she can't.

She gives him a long look. "Yeah okay. I won't ask then. Doesn't sound like it'd be good dinner conversation anyway." She dunks the bread in the stew and eats it carefully. Turns out the jaw injury was the main problem before, not the laceration. She'd figured, but she couldn't be sure.