...a key lime pie. The waiter gives you an odd look, but drops off your glasses of lemonade and walks away.
Raising an eyebrow, Pinkie points at it. “Pie? For supper?”
“Yep! You might say that I wanted some sweets to go with my sweet.” You wink at her.
She snerks. “I hope you didn't order this just to make that pun.”
“Of course not. I plan on eating it too.” You take a deep breath and lick your lips. “Mmm, looks divine.”
With a sly grin, Pinkie grabs her knife and cuts out a thin slice of pie. Then, she picks up the entirety of the rest and shoves the whole thing in her mouth. You gape and drop your fork. Slurping, smacking, and munching, she gobbles the whole thing down in one huge bite. With a whip of her tongue, she cleans off the batter, crumbs, and whipped cream from her face.
“Aah, that hit the spot.” She leans back and give off a satisfied sigh. Watching you gape, she chuckles. “Hey, it's not that bad. I left you a slice.”
A scanning electron microscope would have trouble measuring the size of the slice she left for you. “That you did, Pinkie. That you did.”
You carefully transfer the 'slice' to your plate, mindful that a slight breeze could send it fluttering away. There's barely enough left to taste, but make a show of savoring it anyway. At least you have a huge glass of lemonade to sip on.
Your diner might not have gone quite as you'd expected, but she's happy and that's the important part. You'll have some time before the diner closes and you'll need to leave. Things have been going well so far, but you can't just be 'okay.' You have to do something that will make a lasting impression. What should you talk about?