northern lights. The pie.”
“The pie was always optimistic.”
“Yes.” I smiled. “But this one matters now.”
I put the page in my jacket pocket.
“May I choose dinner?”
She looked at the pocket, then at my face.
“Yes.”
“And may I ask you without the itinerary doing half the talking?”
“Yes,” she said again. “But don’t make me spend the evening wondering what the answer meant.”
“I won’t.”
I stood, then hesitated.
“One practical issue.”
She folded her arms.
“That sentence has caused me considerable trouble today.”
“I need
