In an Austrian Bakery

"What's good here?"
"Smoked salmon spaghetti?"
"Haha, besides that, of course,"
"You can try the pizza,"
"Hmmm... I don't really fancy pizza. It's difficult to eat,"
"Carbonara,"
"Turkey?"
"Turkey,"

Likes, and dislikes.

"You really love your tomato soup, don't you,"
"It's great. Have a sip, ahh,"
"You want to try some of my Viennese latte?"
"Nice,"
"I really need to stop drinking so much latte, it's fattening,"
"But you love it,"
"Of course I do,"
"Do you love me as much as you love latte?"
"That's not a fair question,"
"Not fair at all,"

Questions once again. But questions to understand.

"Cake!"
"What was that about fattening?"
"Pretty please?"
"You know I'd let you do anything,"
"Yay! Brownies, have a bite,"
"Just one. The salad and pizza was quite a bit,"

Like children, all over again. Growing up, a second time.