Nick's mind was elsewhere. As Mrs. Mouseille droned on about various cheese-related menu items, her young companion wanted something else. He tried not to stare, awkwardly taking a sip of his water as she continued surveying the menu in front of her.
His staring became more intense, a slight blush creeping on his face. The way her melons swayed to and fro with each subtle move stupefied any rationality he may have had left.
"Nicky, dear, what would you like to order?
Without thinking, he blurted out, "Melons!"
The chattering in the restaurant grew quiet. Virginia looked at him in dazed bewilderment. The young cartoonist sank in his chair and squeaked out, "U-uh, I'll just have what she is having."
