"Oh, well you absolutely must see the Met," she informed him. "I'd be happy to take you if it's not gruesome enough for Malcolm's taste," she said, giving him a look.

He shrugged broadly.

A photographer approached the table and snapped a picture of the four of them as he passed.

A waiter started setting soup in front of each of them.

"I'd also recommend a Broadway show. It's the sort of thing people expect from a visit to New York," she noted, letting go of his arm to pick up her soup spoon.