Silver chuckles at that, low and gravelly in his throat.

"Eating out with your personal chef? What will Lady Whistledown think?" He seems delighted, though--and he is. So much so he's grinning again. "Benedict Bridgerton and John Silver at the local diner, eating steak and eggs like Americans.." Lord knows he loves steak and eggs, but that's besides the point.

"Thank you. Sincerely, even if it is strange to have a Bridgerton in my apartment."