"Just toast?" she glances up from the menu she's still looking over to the woman across the table from her. "No bacon? Eggs? Come on," she gently knocks her ankle against the other woman's from under the table, "live a little!"

She turns back to the menu, trying to decide between pancakes or stuffed French toast, both look so good right now. She pauses again with a slight pinch of her brow and tilts her head a little. She didn't expect to get to the point so quickly in their meeting, but she can appreciate someone true to their word, and without mincing so many words about it.

She smiles a little and closes the menu, setting it aside and extending a hand across the table, "Nice to finally meet you, Ava. My name is Yelena." Even if she knew that already, it felt rude not to offer it officially in return, anyway.