An unexpected answer but I wouldn't complain, at least not openly. "I'd like some carrots with that olive oil dressing." I answer pointing at both, before taking a sip of the wine and waiting for you to fulfill my request.<br/><br/>Elizabeth, the hostess from before who I called Liz, came through the door once again and announced that we would be arriving at the airport in twenty minutes. She also picked up our clothes and folded them carefully, so they wouldn't get wrinkled and we could get dressed easier. "It seems our meal will have to cut short..." I muse looking at Liz go through the door and then at you.