He glances over at some of the picnic tables that have been set up for just that purpose before nodding to the affirmative. Sure, they could do that.
"My treat," he says as he steps over, carefully slipping past her as he pulls out his wallet to make his donation. He returns soon enough with a pair of plates, each one holding a well-loaded slice of pie.
Realizing he might be being a bit old fashioned, he tips his chin towards the little table selling small cartons of milk.
"If you wanted to cover drinks, I'll bow out on that one."
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"My treat," he says as he steps over, carefully slipping past her as he pulls out his wallet to make his donation. He returns soon enough with a pair of plates, each one holding a well-loaded slice of pie.
Realizing he might be being a bit old fashioned, he tips his chin towards the little table selling small cartons of milk.
"If you wanted to cover drinks, I'll bow out on that one."