"Really?" he asks, all mock serious. "The tiniest? Blimey you should complain. However did you cope?" he's teasing, of course, and the look in his eyes says as much.

"Did you want wine?" he asks, grabbing the wine list off the table, an audible intake of breath when he sees the prices. "The eh, merlot looks okay," he says. Of course it's also one of the cheaper on the menu.