Sir, I believe that even if yon fair maiden doth request to pay her own coine to break our fasts together at supper anon, I must hasten to say, “nay, maiden, forsooth, mine own fedora doth impute a vow of niceness. Lo, for I shall pay thine bill, and thou shalt ride mine stallion later, if thou knowest what I means, for in truth this is transactional”.

Then I would mount her on my steed (mine own true Honda del Sol) and take her at once to the finest lobster of color red, whose cheddar biscuits do shine as golden as the fair and faraway spires of Camelot.