'fub goes out to lunch

..."The pasties were, indeed, enormous, steaming and fragrant. Bethany took up a knife and cut hers in two, and bubbling morsels of steak and potato slipped out from between the folds of pastry. She smelt the onion, and her mouth watered.  A breeze gusted from the sea and blew her hair over her face.  She pushed it back and smiled at her companion.
    "I'm so glad," she told him in a burst of content that was almost happiness, "that we didn't go to the Mitre."