John walked over to a vacant table and pulled out the chair for pippa before he ventured to his side of the table. He sat down in the comfortable chairs that were in the Inn before flicking through the menu. I'd had been so long since he had british food. Sure they had cooks in the army but most of the food had been sourced locally for the regiment. Alot of the food had been local.

He was deep in thought at the menu trying to decide what to have. He rubbed the stubble on his chin that was growing through from not being fresh shaven for the first time in 5 years. He honestly couldn't decide but then made an impulse decision when the waitress turned up. "Can I have the steak pie, with chips, seasonal veg and a pint of ale please"

He placed the menu down and waited for his future wife to order before he continued the conversation.