Berowne gave his mind to the feast:
He would order ahead. At the least
There'd be gem lettuce, bedded
On courgettes, finely shredded,
And non-fizzy wine - with no yeast.
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| Berowne ponders a menu |
The dinner went off in a dream,
Amanda was sweet and serene,
She did nothing flagrant,
But smiled and was fragrant
And now the two snails are a team.
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| Berowne realises that Amanda is more profound than he thought. |
Authorial footnote: it is a soap trope that romantic matters never run smoothly for long. Let us enjoy this moment and turn our attention next to Russ and Dilly.