Punchy blushes and laughs at Maxine's response. That's a good thing, right? Girls like a sense of humor, or so he's been told.

"Apple pie, then."

The waiter delivers it on a silver platter, along with chopsticks because that's classier, right? Punchy pauses and waits for Maxine to start, hoping to meet any standards she might set for table manners. Punchy's leave some to be desired. Punchy's leave a lot to be desired.

Somehow he suddenly feels inadequate.