Mark insisted on paying the bill.

"After all, you bought me supper."

"Goose. That wasn't supper. That was emergency rations to keep them from starving you."

It was now obvious to Mark that he was going to be getting called 'goose' a great deal, but he found he didn't mind.

"Now, no time like the present. Let's check in with Napoleon and then see about finding your new pad."

He offered his arm and April took it as they left the diner. So far, she thought Mark was an odd mix between a playboy type and chivalrous.