[ ... he's either -actually- a god ..and she's not met any out there really. Or he's a narcissist.

Or he's a narcissist God. Either way he gets a skeptical glance from her for a split second, before he brings up the tiny blindfold, and the mental image startles another laugh out of her. ]

Oh no, that's a bit much! [ Ffh, tiny blindfolds. She has to struggle to keep her giggles back, coughs a bit. ]

I do feel guilty when I can't finish a meal, so I always bring home whatever I don't manage. Or I just try not to order everything that looks good.