"Come on, let's go home." Camila stood up, signaling their departure.

During the drive home, Isaac seemed to be hesitating to speak.

Camila grew tired of him going back and forth, so she prompted her husband. "Just say it."

“I know you're busy," Isaac started, “but there's a banquet in Clouland, which requires that every man must bring a a female companion."

“When is it?" Camila asked directly.