Long story short, we went back to my place, and she's all fluttering her eyelids and saying stuff like: “Where's your salmon?” Well, I'm no fool. I…

Long story short, we went back to my place, and she's all fluttering her eyelids and saying stuff like: “Where's your salmon?” Well, I'm no fool. I opened a year-old can of sprats, and we were “feeding” them with breadcrumbs for half an hour. Can you believe that?