"Can't call it a replacement for yesterday's if there's no vanilla ice cream, can we?"
She goes ahead and orders a slice of pie topped with ice cream for each of them, and then she settles back in her chair again, looking across the table at him with a small smile on her face. One hand reaches back and pats her hair, still mostly secured in the band looped around it.
"Next time you can pick dessert. If you think that sounds fair."
Personally, she's happy with the apple pie and ice cream -- it's not chocolate, but it's good -- but she knows enough to think Sawyer's taste in desserts should be pretty good. The guy likes those girl scout Thin Mint cookies: how can he not know a good dessert when he sees it?
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She goes ahead and orders a slice of pie topped with ice cream for each of them, and then she settles back in her chair again, looking across the table at him with a small smile on her face. One hand reaches back and pats her hair, still mostly secured in the band looped around it.
"Next time you can pick dessert. If you think that sounds fair."
Personally, she's happy with the apple pie and ice cream -- it's not chocolate, but it's good -- but she knows enough to think Sawyer's taste in desserts should be pretty good. The guy likes those girl scout Thin Mint cookies: how can he not know a good dessert when he sees it?