This time he smiled at her when the touch came back and pressed his own leg softly against hers but concentrated on his food then. The swordfish was as delicious as he remembered, and next time he looked up, there was but a few bits of rabbit food and half a potato left on his plate. Apparently his stomach and him had come to make a truce for the moment.

He leaned back on his chair with a heavy, satisfied sigh and half-closed his eyes to watch Natasha, fully expecting an amused grin on her lips.

"Caveman, told you."

He tried to suppress a yawn, without much success. Food coma, definitely. Good thing they had the whole way back and maybe another little walk on the beach or something left for getting awake again. The night was still long.