I remember the time, when I was considerably younger, I picked up a lovely date at her parents' home.
I had scraped together some money to take her to a fancy restaurant.
She ordered the most expensive items on the menu: Shrimp cocktail, Lobster Patron, even Champagne.
I asked her, "Does your mother feed you like that when you eat at home?”
"No," she replied; "but Mom's not expecting a BJ tonight.”
I said, “Would you care for dessert?”