"You have my permission." Ellie agreed softly, satisfied that she could have it her way.
Henry joined her on the bed again and touched her hands. "If you don't want to sleep right now, do you want something to eat? You know if you want to get back to driving you need to build your body back up."
Ellie touched her stomach. "I think," she began with amazement, "for the first time since I've been hospitalized I want food."
"How does a full three course lobster dinner sound to you? The restaurant is downstairs so all we'd have to do is take the elevator. Doesn't that sound magical for this time of night? How long has it been since someone treated you to fine dining?"
The thought of that much food made Ellie's stomach grumble, "Where's the wheelchair? I can't wait to get rolling."
