"Wouldn't that be quite big for a starter?"

At least to Lancelot, although he still seems distracted -- eyes flicking up and around the restaurant.

"There's some toast with onion too, which might be nice. If you like onion enough, I suppose, and salmon..."

His eyes flit up again -- and she is here. It definitely is here. Why is Elaine here? It nags at him, and he knows she's seen him this time. Even as he drops his eyes again and fakes casual interest in his menu.