All Lily wants right now is for the food to come, so they can eat it, so they can leave, so she can come up with some reason she really needs to go meet Perdita and Mary and Glynis, and put this whole disaster of a date behind her forever.

"The tea's good," Jeremy says. "Maybe a bit strong."

"Strong's okay," Lily says.

"Oh, good," he says. "Milk?"

"Please. And sugar."

Jeremy slides the sugar dish across the table to her.

"Thank you."