"Just forgotten how exhausting dinner parties can be," she murmurs back, but he gets a quick smile in thanks for the door.

"And here I thought all French waiters were supposed to be very...superior," she comments, glancing back at him. "They were very nearly pleasant."

She needs to get out of this dress, slip her feet into more comfortable clothes, but that requires logistics. The apartment is, if anything, even colder than before.