[Immediately, Jane makes a face at him and gives his arm a gentle little shove from the other side of the table.]

Are you making fun of me? [She says, though she's smiling while she says it. She takes a sip of her water and looks up at him under her eyelashes.]

That's very unsporting, you know.

[Jane doesn't seem to mind. When one of the ladies in the cafe comes over, she looks up with a bright smile.]

We'll share an afternoon tea. Um. Earl grey will be fine.