Daisy's portion was rather the opposite of Edward's -- almost all salad with a small helping of pasta. She could eat fish and chips or pizza with the best of them, but she honestly liked a big fresh salad with grilled chicken and homemade dressing better than most things.
"Do you not like the dressing?" she asked carefully when she noticed how little salad he'd eaten. "I'm sorry. Do you have a pre-made one you like? I could get that instead. I'm just used to making my own but it might not be for everyone, and I should have asked you what you prefer...."