"Excellent. I might even buy yeh dinner to go along with it. Chips at the very least," Lance said with a cheeky grin. And ooh, chips. Those sounded good. Clearly he was starting to get a little hungry.
Oh, she had to be pulling his leg.
"I'm calling bull feckin' shite on that one," he told her, shaking his head in disbelief. "There's no way. Yehr telling me tall tales, cailĂn."