Jane hands Lisbon a spoon
"You can have the cherry"
"You always give me the cherry, you can have it for once."
"Please Lisbon, I like being the gentlemen."
"No I insist."
Jane nods a thank you and takes the cherry, laying it on his napkin. They eat in companionable silence, just enjoying the ease of being together. Jane leans back and pats his stomach.
"That hit the spot. Ready to go Lisbon?"
"You didn't eat your cherry."
Jane looks down at his plate sheepishly:
"Ah. I - er - don't actually like cherries."
Aforementioned cherry is quickly sailing by his ear