Her:
You ordered this whole lot?
Him:
Yea, why? I'm starving.
Her:
Very well. Can you do me a favor?
Him:
What sort?
Her:
I need to make a believable reason to tell my mom; so it would make a total sense for me to go home with you.
Him:
Figure it out yourself for now..
Her:
No, help me.
Him:
Can you wait, please? My stomach has been screaming about its eagerness
to be filled for hours. Then again, I'm only good at lying if my belly's
full. I can't come up with any if I'm hungry.
Her:
Oh, so you lie a lot?
Him:
Sometimes.
Her:
Even to me?
Him:
When it's necessary, yes.
Her:
How come you're so opened about this? Why? I would assume that you would've kept it a secret.
Him:
I just told you why, because I haven't even made my first bite.
