[For an entire second he has no idea what she means by 'the real thing' because all of that seemed quite real in a slightly dizzying, out-of-body experience kind of way. He doesn't quite get to nodding his agreement until she's already leaning back with the apple slice. He regards it as it drips honey on his shirt and then leans forward to take a bite out of it, looking at her as he chews and already he's more clear-headed.] Not really sure it compares.
no worries. I went to bed a bit early anyhow; my eyes wouldn't stop crossing