He catches her eye, and holds it there for a moment in the fading light.

'I'll buy you dinner when we stop in town. Proper date, like.'

He says it like it's not up for argument. And it isn't, for two reasons - one, that in this Thing they have, he's learned that one of them has to make a definitive move any time they want to get anywhere; and two, he can't cook worth a damn. He could pour beans into a can, and they'd burn. And he literally couldn't do anything else. Fry an egg, maybe.