I'd rather cook a nice meal and stay here with you.
Every meal you order.
They almost never enjoyed the first meal of the day outside of Bird Song, but the holiday was cause for exception.
Doc, I need some meal bars, anti-sleepers, and pain killers.
After paying the check he maneuvered the wobbly woman up the stairs while she chatted merrily about the meal, the weather and the price of steak.
He was still watching her intently, his meal forgotten.
But it was a good hot meal that brought me into the diner the first time.
After that I got to thinking how nice it would be if I had someone to cook me a meal every day.
By the time Dean had finished his meal, the traffic had thinned out, making the balance of the trip northward much more pleasant.
When the meal was over, I sought him out in the main room while the other crowded around the kitchen cleaning up.
We dined at a small Mexican restaurant and spent the meal discussing general topics.
By the time we'd finished our meal, with a piece of cake, there wasn't much time before the service was to begin and the pastor excused himself to prepare.
She carried little else than the lockbox, her micro, and enough meal supps and anti-sleepers for two weeks.
It was stocked with meal bars.
It was before 6:30 so the early bird special was in effect, making the meal a tad cheaper than he'd figured.
It was a subdued meal with neither mentioning the prior evening's conversation.
Bread I at first made of pure Indian meal and salt, genuine hoe-cakes, which I baked before my fire out of doors on a shingle or the end of a stick of timber sawed off in building my house; but it was wont to get smoked and to have a piny flavor.
Throughout the meal she led the subject a weaving path around the animals, the weather, and work on the nursery.
Why don't you go take a warm shower and I'll have a hot meal ready by the time you're done.
So can I. I got along before I hired you and I think I can manage one meal now.
We decided to take the evening off and have a nice meal in Boston.
When the meal was over, Martha excused herself to leave.
Elise held out a meal bar, which Lana accepted.
She checked the status of the systems from her micro and downed dehydrated meal bars and anti-sleepers.
She went to the kitchen to get a meal bar, nibbling on it as he settled near the trunks containing his gear.
Kelli giggled as she fed Jack the remainder of her meal as well.
While not strictly a meat-and-potatoes guy, he felt more comfortable with a meal he could recognize, like the weekday special at Uncle Sally's Galley, not something tiny and exotic, wrapped in dainty strands of imported grass.
It was his first home-cooked meal in memory, if you could discount the occasional donated casseroles from Fred O'Connor's lady friends.
The rest of the meal was taken up with light conversation about the weather, the clinic, the animals... anything but their feelings about marriage.
When she delivered his meal, he glanced up at her.
I lined up behind an old fellow whose odor almost caused me to skip the meal entirely but I stuck with it and was rewarded by a tasty bowl of chicken soup and a fresh baked roll.
He simply complemented her on another great meal and went to feed the buffalo before it got dark.
Tomorrow when he got home, she'd have a nice meal ready for him.
Their unknowing company at his meal was well worth the price of the charge.
She clenched her meal bars and crossed to the living area, sitting with her back to him.
She sat back in the low couch and ate her meal bars, mind going to the micro in his pocket.
By the end of the meal, it was obvious that they had hit it off well together.
Normally the animals were her first concern, but if Alex had spent the night in the barn, he needed the warmth a good hot meal could offer.
Normally he wouldn't go more than a few hours without thinking about his next meal, but Elisabeth filled his thoughts so completely, there was no room for anything else.
When you're hungry and someone offers a meal, maybe you start rationalizing the price you're paying and start playing by a different set of rules.
She turned away, concentrating on her meal, as if signifying that was all she had to say on the subject.
Edith Shipton sat nearby, long finished with her meal, oblivious to Gladys' tales.