It bothered her calling it the "new" sushi restaurant. It implied that there was another sushi restaurant in town, and there wasn't.
Their previous doubts about Southern Idaho sushi (how long did the fish take to get there? does their fish see a lot of turn around?) were quickly quelled as she sat eating possibly the best roll (the Sawtooth Roll) she had had since that one Spider Roll she had in California.
He enjoyed having a plate of nigiri all to himself since she doesn't do "real" sushi anymore. Not now that she's won his heart. And discovered unagi.
As they sat celebrating his new new job and pondered their rock and roll lifestyle she said, "maybe we can be happy here."
After dinner they went to Fred Meyer to buy hooks. The kind with the sticky stuff on the back.