“Is there like a kids’ menu?” I ask. “I don’t think they allow kids in here.” “Of course not. Okay. Um… like… Bishop, I don’t think I can eat here,” I say quietly. “Do you have allergies? I’m so sorry, I should have asked!” “Yes, I’m allergic to how expensive this is,” I hiss. His expression turns to one of amusement. “I’m paying.”
