She took a small bite of her pie - delicious, as expected - and washed it down with more bland tea. She could hold the silence, she thought, for at least a little while longer. She let it stretch out, keeping her expression bland; she was not going to come across as the rattled, hapless woman she had no doubt appeared the night before. At the very least she would be composed.
Finally, when close to five minutes had passed, she spoke. "You implied when we last met that if I bought you a drink, you might answer a few of my questions. Is this still accurate?" She gave up and dumped three teaspoons of sugar in her tea. if it was sweet enough, at least it would taste like something. "I hope you enjoy the pie; it is quite pleasant."