No exploding, no hurling. [He recites and slouches into the booth as he pushes a last plate away. His feet hook up on her seat to the left, arms stretch up toward the hanging light.] Can't believe you'd doubt me. Can't believe you had to include the rice...

God, one more cup of coffee. Please. [Hands clap over his face--then fingers split so he can peek through at her, eyes almost level with the table.] ...You're a little impressed, though. Right?