“Was he a great warrior?”
She gave him a look. “Paul Revere is a big deal in history. You know, the British are coming, the British are coming.”
He did not know, but listened, asking many questions of the guide as they went on this tour.
After the tour, ’twas time for dinner.
“What are you in the mood for?”
He blinked at her. “Mood?”
She let out a sigh, something he noticed she did quite a bit around him. “Where would you like to eat?”
Looking around, he pointed at the first establishment that caught his eye.
The place was small and crowded, so many voices talking over one another, filling the air and making it hard for him to hear.
When the waitress came over to take their order, Daisy wanted a turkey club, and he ordered a Reuben sandwich. The waitress looked at Callan.
“Do you want chips, fries, or a salad with your sandwich?”
He turned to Daisy, a question in his eyes.
“Fries. We’ll both have fries.”
The waitress looked at him, a wide smile on her face. “What would you like to drink?”
“I will have ale.”
The waitress smiled even bigger, and he swore he heard Daisy swear under her breath.
“Let me go through the list.”
Daisy interrupted the woman. “We’ll both have the summer ale.”
With a sniff, the woman took their menus and left.
“Hussy.”
Callan blinked at her. “What is a hussy?”
Her cheeks turned pink. “Someone who steals another woman’s man.”
Then her entire face turned red.
“Not that you're my man. It’s just we’re together. Eating together, I mean. She doesn’t know if we’re together or not. It’s rude. The hussy.” She huffed.
It felt good to smile. Callan hadn’t been happy since he’d been torn away from his brother, but this lass made him laugh. She made him happy. There was much to like about Daisy.
“You wish me to be your man?” He teased her, hoping to see her cheeks turn pink again.
Before she could answer, the serving wench was back with the food. She brushed against him as she set the plate in front of him, and when he looked up, Daisy had a look of anger on her face. Instead of saying anything, Callan took a big bite of the meat and bread.
The Rueben sandwich was good. The sauerkraut and the dressing were delicious, the fries so good, he ate all of his and most of Daisy’s as well, making her laugh and call over the serving woman to order more of the fries.
Callan tried to pay with the few green bills he had, but Daisy told him to keep it for when they went shopping. When he protested, she said he could repay her when he worked for the Renaissance Faire.
After they’d filled their bellies, they walked to Faneuil Hall, where he couldn’t help but marvel at the large brick building, with its white clock tower and weathervane.
