And she, for her part settles somewhat nervously, shifting and fidgeting under his occasional glances. She sits until the hot chocolate arrives, smiling down at the table. When she finally does speak, it's muffled into the cup.

"I...think you're v-very handsome, Derek." She squeaks a little at her own boldness. Despite what he says, she still doesn't think she's pretty. But arguing she won't do. "H-have I e-ever told you that?"