We went out for dinner last night. The couple sitting next to us paid for our food. I hope it's because we seemed like a jolly family that gave them great hope for the future. But it could have easily been a pity moment of why did that pregnant lady take her two wiggly kids out for dinner and order them pancakes. Do they ever get breakfast? Either way, it was very kind and many thanks to those strangers.
After our meal Guy nicely asked the waitress for a box. Then I realized how much food he had left... four bites of pancake. He did eat it later that night but I think it would have fit in his pocket. Good job on the verbal skills, though.