“So I should hurry?” she laughed, putting a cranberry in her mouth. “It’s too good to hurry, though … ” She closed her eyes for a long moment, focusing all her attention on the taste. “Just a hint?” Summer peeked, opening one eye at Tony.
Tony clicked his tongue and wagged the end of his fork at her in mild admonishment. “Nope. Patience, Sunshine. You’ll get it soon enough.” He smirked. “It’s not like I’m telling you you’ve gotta wait ‘til Christmas or something. Besides, hurrying would be a disservice to good food.”
Over a forkful of veggies, she told him, “I don’t think you’ve /ever/ given me a present before. Not even Christmas. I’m not complaining, mind.” She contemplated him, unwilling to give up the topic this time. “So what might it be? Animal, vegetable, or mineral? Is it bigger than a breadbox?”