"That's your affair."
"If you won't decide, I'll decide for you."
The waiters handed him the menus, from which, after much thought, he ordered an elaborate meal. When the waiters hastened to execute his orders, he found Mavis staring at him wide-eyed.
"Are you entertaining your regiment?" she asked.
"You," he replied.
"But—"
"It isn't much, but it's the best they've got. Whatever it is, it's in honour of our first meeting."
"I shan't eat a thing," urged Mavis.
"You won't sit there and see me starve?"
"There won't be time. I have to get back."