We were sitting at the dinner table, each of us picking over our chicken risottos.
"No," I replied.
I didn't look up. I didn't need to see her expression. I wanted to hear what she would say next.
I knew where she'd been that afternoon; I could already guess how it really was. I was with her. So to tell the truth, I knew perfectly well.
The only question that remained was: would she like any more later?