[She thinks that over and takes some time to admire the overhead light while she's doing it.]

I think I want...

[Give her a minute, she's still thinking it over. Her arm extends upward, like she's trying to grab at that light with her hand. She's not able to, of course, so she gives up and lets her arm drape over her face instead.]

I want the most expensive thing on the menu. And french fries!

[Oh gosh, that sounds so good. She sits up, only enough that she can flop over onto him. ]

Maybe ice cream, too. Do you think they have cherry coke here?