"Thank them for doing their job and making the same food that they make every day?" I ask with an amused smile. "And here I thought Canadians were overly polite, eh?"

I lean in to bump our shoulders together before reaching for my fork. Most things on the plate or either fried or full of carbs, or both. It's definitely not a meal that I would eat all the time, but the food is good. Definitely something I would go back to for a cheat day.

Except for the tan, creamy stuff. I'm not sure what that is, but I'm not sure I like it. Grits, the menu said. I am not a fan of grits.

"Of course it's a date," I say easily, though my brow furrows in uncertainty as I look over at him. "Isn't it?"