Yue didn't say anything as she let James lead her out.

James led her out to a back patio. It was empty expect for a small table, fire pit and covered treys. The view of the setting sun was breathtaking. "We always seem to see sunsets together," he smiled as he pulled her chair out for her.

Yue smiled, not seeming to mind as she took a seat.

James pushed her chair in and lit the small but warm fire pit. Then he took the lids off of the first two dishes, "Hongshaorou and Longjing xiaren," he grinned, "aaaand Fo tiao qiang!" he pulled the last lid off, "All flown in from China," he boasted. Ah, so there was the real James in this simple set up.

Yue couldn't help but laugh a bit. "China or that restaurant on that smaller island we passed by a few days ago by the dock?"

James smirked, "It's authentic," he reassured her.

"It doesn't have to come from China to be authentic Chinese cuisine," Yue noted, but she still seemed rather flattered.

James dished up a plate for himself, expecting Yue to do the same.

Yue quickly followed suit and helped herself.

James eat in silence for a little while, enjoying the food and the view.

Even talkative Yue seemed to be content with the quiet for now. She really seemed to be enjoying the food too.

After awhile James, who was spending just as much time watching Yue as the sunset, asked, "You getting cold?"

Yue shook her head. The fire pit was keeping her warm well.

James smiled as he pulled out some Champaign, "Shall I pour you a glass?"

"... Just a little," she decided.

James poured her half a glass, pouring a half a glass for himself before handing hers over, "A toast?" he asked.