"Erskine," Raine says, sounding not quite scandalized but certainly resigned. She... doesn't actually have a rebuttal for that, and in any case Erskine is moving ahead too quickly for her to properly argue.

She will definitely be arguing if she hears the nickname out of him, however.

The swing in topics startles her only for a moment, before her expression softens. "I can hardly argue with that, I suppose," she says. "After all, small doesn't preclude lovely. Still, I think things are in hand. Here, this one looks good." She points Erskine toward one of the stands, one she's reasonably sure has relatively mild food. They haven't precisely eaten together a lot before, and she's hedging her bets on his taste.