She had a little difficulty with the peel so I helped her. Once she had the little morsel of meat, about the size of your pinky finger, in her fingers... she popped it in her mouth and started to chew. I watched as the expression on her face turned from worried to the beginning of a smile.Grabbing my hand, she said, "Thanks" to the vendor and headed for the bar that was hosting the $10 special. I think she was hooked.We went in the bar and there was a long table the length of the room with. My mouth watered so much that a bit of drool leaked down onto my plate. She giggled, ‘Looks like someone enjoys what they see. Here,’ She placed the fettuchini on my plate, lightly glazing it with the sauce. Above all, she buttered a large slice of bread, put some sauce on it, and put it on the side of my pasta. She also gave me a wine glass of Smirnoff and chopsticks. I was in love. ‘I think you just put magic on my plate baby! This looks amazing!’ She blushed at me and kissed my forehead. She. " She smiled. "You were in 'em before I ever met you." You're sweet, baby. Thank you. Not powerboats?" No. Maybe I'm wrong, but I don't think I'd like the engine noise and the rushing around." A brisk wind and sailing's kind of noisy too." Okay. YOU tell me it's the same."I closed my eyes for a second. "No, it's not nearly the same." See!" she said. "You closed your eyes and remembered..." Y'know, little one, you might be onto something. Let's get us on a boat or two and see what you think.". “Yes, poppet. Really, really!”Her head went down again and her arms tightened round him. There were more tears but these were ones of relief.Peter fished in his breast pocket and shook out a handkerchief.“Come on, little one,” he said gently. “Have a mop and a blow.”She disengaged and did as she was told. She hung on to the handkerchief.“Thank you, Peter,” she whispered. Her head went back against his shoulder and her arms went round him again. Neither moved for some minutes but it was Penny.