The apple pie was out of the question though.
He started in on the soup and was surprised at how good it tasted.
All of a sudden he was famished.
He gobbled the cheese sandwiches in passing as the level of soup dropped rapidly to the bottom of the bowl.
He heard Mrs Feilds moving her chair and when he looked up, he saw her passing a plate of hot apple pie a la mode to him.
He accepted the dessert and within minutes, the pie was a pleasant memory.
Theodore wiped his lips on his napkin and thanked Mrs Feilds politely for lunch as she finished her bowl of soup.
When she finished, she dabbed her lips with her napkin delicately and said,
“Theodore, we need to talk.