Something to eat, something to drink...

Xenia is holding you by the arm, and smiling sweetly and radiantly as you go through the mall. A lot of people pay attention to her, and to you in your new clothes too.

"Come 'ere boy, You must ve hungry, no? Vhy don't ve rest in zat restaurant over zere?", she points out to a reasonably elegant bar and cafe.
"Whatever you say, Xenia. I sure could eat something...", you answer as you observe her.
You two get seated and Xenia browses through the menu.
"Mmmmmm... I zink I vill chooze zomethink vor you, gotta keep you in vood shape, small van. No french fries, no vat meat..." She finally orders you some kind of salad, and a coffee for herself.
"Vell...", she sips her coffee, "I am generally zatisvied by you. You are vree to keep your vembot, boy. Xenia vill make a real man out ov you. You vant it, don't you?"
You nod, and she laughs gracefully.
"I like you, boy. You made Xenia, gave me veason to exist. Come on, I'll drive you to my place. Zere I vill give you a fev love lessons bevore our big date."
She gets up, and goes to your car.
She is pretty much playful during your journey, singing along with the radio.
In her small apartament, first thing she does is to hang her new clothes, and you look around. It's pretty spartan, but comfy.
She has slipped into something more comfortable: a T-Shirt saying "Big Mamma", and a pair of short jeans. She tilts her head and says:
"Vell then, shall ve start?"