Lunch with Chloë. Another minefield of deception. Today was especially hard as Chloë is seven months pregnant herself.
Looking at the menu, I realised I still don't really know what I can and can't eat. This resulted in an interrogation which was probably quite unnerving.
"So Chloë, what are you having? The quiche?"
"I'm not sure."
"Why? Because you can't eat it because it's dangerous? Or just because you don't feel like it?"
"I don't fancy it, really."
"What about the smoked salmon? Are you having the smoked salmon?"
"Could you have the smoked salmon though, if you wanted it?"
"Really? But it's smoked though, isn't it? Surely that's all right? I mean, suppose you really wanted the smoked salmon, and there was nothing else on the menu you fancied, it would probably be all right to have the smoked salmon, wouldn't it, all things considered? I mean it is smoked."