"This place is great," Anne said with a smile as she and Greg were lead to a large table with place settings for eight. The seats were on one side and both ends of the table, the other side was dedicated to a large, grilling surface.

Greg smiled at the wonder he detected in her voice. He wondered if she'd known what "Teppan Dining" was before she'd agreed upon it.

"I like it okay," he replied. On impulse, Greg pulled out her chair before she could do it herself and she flashed him that warm smile yet again. He began unconsciously making a list of things in his head that he would do to try to bring that smile out more. Taking his own seat, they were handed menus to peruse. He kept glancing at her from the corner of his eye since they were seated next to each other rather than across from.

She was sitting ramrod straight, something the women he normally dated would never do. Greg was into slouchers with tiny waists and short skirts.

But when he looked at her again and took notice of how her breasts rose and fell with each breath, he had to shake his head to clear it and forced himself to remember Grissom's warning. Best behavior, he told himself.

"If you stare at me any harder, I may start to think you're checking me out, Greg," she said softly, a small laugh in her voice.

"Sorry," he muttered, surprised that she'd noticed at all. He hoped she wouldn't be offended.

"Don't be sorry," she said quickly. "It's nice to be checked out every once in a while. Especially since you're so cute," she added.

Greg was caught a bit off guard at that: He'd never been told right out that he was cute before. Especially not after only knowing a woman for about half an hour.

But especially not when she was any relation to Grissom.

"What are you getting?" she asked without looking up from her menu.

Greg turned to look at her and thought he detected a light blush creeping into her cheeks.

"I dunno yet," he replied, looking from her to the menu and back again. "You?"

"Not a clue," she laughed.

Greg was finding both her laugh and smile contagious, and so he laughed a bit himself.

"Oh," she said suddenly and set her menu down. She flashed him that heart-melting smile and he smiled in return. "Yakisoba," she said in explanation. "I think," she checked the menu again, "Yeah, beef yakisoba," she finished.

"Uh. . . What's yakisoba?"

"Noodles," she answered simply. "Stir-fried with beef."

"Oh. Sounds good," he said.

"It is."

"Huh." He looked back down at the menu. He smiled and decided to trust her judgment.

"Yakisoba it is then," he said and put his menu down.

"Then it's settled," she said.

"You know," Greg said after a moment of silence, "you are not at all what I'd expected Grissom's family to be like. I mean, I didn't think he. . . had family." Greg could've kicked himself. He couldn't help but feel awkward around this woman and he couldn't figure out why. As a rule, he'd never been attracted to . . . plump women before, and yet here he was acting as though this was his very first date all over again.

But it's not a date, he chided himself.

"Yeah, Uncle Grissom's a pretty private guy," she agreed. Greg laughed that she called him by his last name instead of saying "Uncle Gil" as he'd have guessed. It seemed as though, even amongst family, Grissom commanded a certain amount of respect, enough that even family were hesitant to call him Gil.

"Sometimes, we think he forgets about us. Then we have to remember that he just doesn't like to let people get too close."

"Not even family huh?"

"No, not really," she replied, not saying a thing about Greg prying into her uncle's personal life. "He only takes an interest when one of us does something questionable."

"What's questionable for Grissom?"

"Talk of dropping out of school," she said.

"Really? I thought you were a nerd," he joked, finally beginning to relax. Keep her talking, that's the key. When he was absorbed in what she was saying, he was less likely to admire her physically, thus keeping himself out of trouble.

"Yeah, I am. But it's hard sometimes. I mean, I don't really have the patience for Math or Science so things like Statistics and Accounting merit a bit of talk," she explained. "I mean, having to make a budget and a business model are things I can handle. Watching the fluctuations of a supply and demand graph, I can handle. But, try to talk to me about percentiles and theorems and I'm out the door, my friend."

Greg had to laugh at that. She understood Economics well enough, but percentiles were out of her league.

"So I threatened to drop out on the grounds that it was too hard and, after one phone call, my mother has Uncle Grissom fly me down here to find direction as you say."

They both laughed softly as the chef appeared at the table to fill their orders. Greg watched the delight on Anne's face as their food was prepared before their very eyes. If she'd hadn't known what yakisoba was, he would have thought she had clearly never experienced teppan dining.

"This is fun, huh," she said as their meals were placed before them. Greg had to laugh aloud at that. He was enjoying her child-like excitement at something so simple as watching a meal being prepared.

"Yeah," he said softly. "Yeah it is."