I ate my house salad.

I drank my water.

I was not sulking, and I want to be clear about that, because the easy version of this story has me simmering with resentment all through the meal, and I was not simmering.

I was waiting, which is a different thing, calmer and more patient and far more dangerous, the way a person is dangerous who has already decided and is simply letting the clock run down to the chosen moment.

I was calm in the way you are calm once a decision has stopped being a question.