Lucy couldn't explain why, but there was something endearing about the seriousness with which Bryn had taken the question. It was such a mundane, homely thing to be so decided about. Lucy wouldn't have cared which way he answered - but she did like that he had a definite opinion, even if he'd offer both options to his customers. "A man after my own heart," she said, offering him a flirtatious grin across the table.
She listened carefully as he described the options, deciding to start with something simple and satisfying, with a good strong mature cheddar. Susan had all sorts of fancy cheeses at home, and Lucy liked experimenting with them, but there was just something about the traditional cheddar-bread-butter combination, with or without pickle, that was comforting. "I'd love to come," she said, after she'd swallowed her first bite. Obligingly, she curled her hand into a fist and rapped (gently) on the wooden tabletop. "I think it will, if this sandwich is anything to go by. I'm in heaven right now."