I got a look into the bill before Martinus paid it. If that was affordable…
"A thousand ducats?" I hissed as he opened the door for me. "You brought me to a place where you pay a thousand ducats for a meal and you call that affordable?"
I've realized why Victorian ladies needed gentlemen's help to open doors and moving chairs. It's because long and wide skirts make everything more uncomfortable.
"Stop complaining," Martinu said, offering me his elbow. I looked around, and, seeing everybody walking like that, gave him my hand, but continued complaining. "I just wanted to have a nice meal. I paid for both of us. What's the big deal?"
"This is inappropriate," I said. "It's way too expensive. I'm not rich, you know."
"But I am," he said. "And I was the one who paid."
"Precisely," I said.
