Yes, I could, couldn't I? They have some nice parks here. It's not St. James's, but then nothing else is, is it?

[He brightens a bit at the prospect.]

You'll have to tell me what you'd eat. I don't want to make you uncomfortable or sick.

Or perhaps we could have it on the beach. Oh, I don't suppose the gulls would leave us alone, would they? The greedy things.

[For all his fussing, he loves the birds. He glances at him quickly, wondering if he's humoring him, or if he truly wants this.]