"I was actually going to try to stick to two. Maybe three." Since becoming a field Agent Tim had been making a solid effort to trim down his waist. It was a slow process, but Tony's constant teasing had kept him at it. He wasn't about to give up on it now that he was here.
He carried what he could to the table, which was already set for two with syrup, salt and pepper, plates and silverware. Setting the fried toast between them he offered a touch of a smile. "Thanks, I thought I had cooked for you before." He draped a napkin across his lap. "That sounds great, do you think they can get sea food here?"