[ as she goes to retrieve plates, he'll start to slice the cake with the plastic knife that had been included in the bag. for a high-end dessert shop, these knives are rather sad... but then again, it can't really just go around handing out free knives?

by the time she returns, he's already sliced the cake into eight sections, neatly placing a slice into the first plate that she holds out — and promptly designates that it's for her. ladies first, after all! ]

If I anger someone, I can always just go for repairs. And that apartment complex isn't too loud — it's just the two of us and a dog, you know?

[ of course, it completely goes OVER HIS HEAD that she means swordhaus... ]