Hold on, let's . . . (other options)

Helen looked at Rick, then followed his gaze to the seat of Patty's clingy gray slacks. "Rick," she said. "Rick?"

"Yes?" he said, a little startled.

Helen favored him with a melting smile. "How would you like to start the day here?"

"Oh. Sorry, jet lag," Rick said. "My mind was wandering. Let's . . . "