"Ah," Angela was not a mind reader, but nor was she completely socially inept. So she shut up about the sailing, and made a mental note not to mention it or his family without prior prompting.
"That's true," She conceded, "So shall we settle on sketchy plans for me, and concrete plans for you?" Angela folded her utensils over her plate and began to gather the papers spread across the table, then covered her mouth with one hand, laughing silently before shaking her head an explaining, "I was references to certain activities of an intimate nature."
She placed the papers in her purse, "I am glad that we have decided not to hit one another." Angela paused for a moment and then sighed.
"No, Gilbert. In my experience with you, you do not act like a prat. That was the joke."