I wink and add, "We've only been on this ride for a few minutes; are you that anxious to get off?"

"Very funny," she replies,

"I'm hoping you're hungry."

She smiles as she says, "Downright hungry."

"Can you tell me what your favorite dish is?" I inquire. "While we're here, I may as well learn all I can about you; after all, you're my fiancée."

She corrects me, "fake fiancée," and I realize it's the second time I've been chastised for saying that.

"However, if you must know... I'm a great lover of cucumber," she says.

"What kind?" I ask, smiling.

"The longer the better," she says as she lowers...