She holds up her hand, fingers splayed, to avoid those little drops of Coke.

"You should be careful," she tells him behind her hand, almost laughing. "I know where you sleep at night."

What's gotten into him? She can't believe he was just being so agreeable about the terms of her carte blanche. Is he just taking that attitude because of yesterday?

What if it never happened again?

On the island, he'd never have said that.

She's just reaching for her own nearly empty glass and contemplating some equally unnecessary revenge with it when their robot waiter glides over with a plate for each of them, each topped with a warm slice of apple pie and a sizable scoop of ice cream.

It smells delicious.

"Definitely worth the wait."