[Judging by how smoothly the pretty blonde woman goes along with his comment, stepping closer and lifting her umbrella. Cassian ducks underneath easily, moves up next to her and presses his free hand against the small of her back, uses the visual cover of the umbrella to let his eyes flick around, locating the exits, looking for other faces turned in their direction, for anything suspicious. All the while, he keeps a slight, easy smile in the curve of his mouth, whether or not it reaches his eyes.]

I don't mind. How could I hold anything against you? Besides, it gave me a chance to try this.

[Lifting his hand, he shows her the fruit with a bite out of it, and then slides his arm around her waist.]

We should get a bag of them, and then go home. What do you think?