“No wonder! This restaurant is pretty awesome,” Xyla Quest declared.
“I invited him to come,” Stanley Batton told her.
“Oh, impressive! I like his food.”
He then took a bite of a piece of medium-rare beef.
“Do you?” he asked, lowering his gaze to cut a piece of beef before feeding it to her.
“Yeah, I do,” she nodded with a smile, chewing in contentment.
“That’s settled, then. I’ll hire the chef to work at our house from now on,” he decided.
“Let’s not," she said hastily. "You know I’m no