And as the notes and coins are taken out, I'm taken in

Mirania's idea of a date is eating out, with a lot of food and only a little talking, at least by comparison.

(Calista surely knows that her notion of what is a normal amount of food for a meal is well skewed by her heavily advantaged upbringing and erstwhile station.)

After she's finished, however, she has this beguiling way of begging out of the bill that Calista finds herself wholly unable to place alike to the guard's snatty pretension.

(Neither of them ever have any money; it's together that they step behind the bar and begin scrubbing out their due.)