I suspect there’s a great deal more going on under that table over there than meets the eye. They are not simply eating ice cream and blueberry pie. I bet they’re playing hanky-panky with their knees. I’ve a good mind to go over and whip the table cloth off to expose their chicanery for all to see if you please.
I think it only fair to surmise - and I wouldn’t be at all surprised - if before long they were both under the table smooching away, for every dog has its day. Next thing he’ll be feeding her custard with his own spoon. What’s going on under that table over there is yucky.
I hate going out to restaurants. My wife is such a flirt.