“Oh, God,” She can’t help the little laugh that escapes her with that, “Please tell me you’re out of high school, at least,” It’s almost a tease, though she’s actually starting to wonder whether or not he’s past his teenage years.
“Don’t get cocky, Dick,” See what she did there? His comment on how she eats doesn’t seem to bother her one bit, and she merely raises an eyebrow at that, continuing to keep her lips as closed as she can while still chewing; force of habit rather than an actual act of politeness. Besides, she’s a role model now, if her son is going to speak with his mouthful when he grows up, the least he could do is make sure to keep his mouth as shut as possible while doing it.
“Alright, alright… Three facts?” She pursues her lips some before placing her elbow on the table, then plopping her chin in her palm, “Hmm, let’s see… I was actually born in England, since you already brought it up,” It’s true, she could probably still do the accent if she tried, “Two: I’m a sucker for anything chocolate, so good call with the Eclair there, that definitely won you some bonus points,” She’s quick to take another bite off it as she speaks, more messy this time ( just because ), and she makes sure to lick whatever trail of whipped cream was left on her upper lip by it, “And three… well, if my eating didn’t, this actually might turn you off: my son will be turning one in exactly two months.”
This part is always amusing to her, watching the guy’s reaction to finding out she has a child - just to see what he’d do. Typical guy behaviour usually includes an awkward laughter followed by a terrible excuse to leave. She can’t help but wonder what exactly Dick will go with.
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