Dukey idly wondered how much Clara had to drink, being barely over the legal drinking age, and judging her build to be insufficient to handle much alcohol, in the first place. She had asked him for a second strawberry, and he wasn't about to refuse. He plucked one up with his fingers, this time leaving the whipped cream behind, as he didn't want to appear overtly suggestive.<br/><br/>He reached over to Clara once more, seeing that she was ready for the second fruit, and he held it firmly between his thumb and middle finger as she bit down on it, this time gushing juice over his entire hand. He quickly took the other half away and wiped his hand with his napkin, popping the uneaten portion in his mouth, and nonchalantly picking up his fork, to break off a piece of cheesecake.<br/><br/>"Yes, well..." he hastily responded, " the animals must be getting hungry, also. Clara, shall I help you with them, once we're done eating? It seems only fair, and your Daddy wouldn't have to lift a finger, while we tend to them. And Mom, you could get to know Mr. Klutz a little better!" He watched Sukey sway slightly, her foggy gaze directed at the man who had almost broken her son's nose, again, and turned away, so that no one could see his delighted grin, acting as though he was checking his watch.