Outside, Perry slides into an Impala, and you follow him, finding lots of room in the front. Perry's a bit of a lead foot, and in minutes you arrive at Dick's Dairy Dip and Burger Barn.
Perry fairly bounces out of the car, saying, "We'll just stop here for a quick bite before we head out for a real meal. You gotta try the burgers here - they're to die for!"
You follow Perry into a totally retro '50s experience - vinyl, jukeboxes, car ads, formica, just like a diner out of the movies. Perry greets several of the waitstaff by name, then grabs a table with broad, heavy vinyl benches, and drops into the seat. Following him in, you've realised that he's even bigger than you thought - as the generous polo and shorts illustrated. A waiter, a substantial guy - though not quite yours or Perry's size - is at the table instantly, and Perry orders a 'double cheeseburger basket, and a chocolate shake.' You follow suit, feeling relaxed and deciding to indulge your appetite for once.
While you wait, Perry uses the jukebox controls at the table to put on some music, then asks you about coming to California. After a few minutes of comparing cold Chicago to warm south CA, you pick up your courage and ask Perry about the clothes he's lent you.
"So, these shorts," you start, changing the subject, "where did you get them? I like them, they're a bit loose, I could go get more."
"Those old things?" Perry replies dismissively. "I don't know why Mum keeps them around, it's not like I'm ever going to fit in them again - they stopped fitting last year. If you like 'em, they're yours, and I can give you more."
'they stopped fitting last year' rolls through your head. Perry must be a lot bigger than you, as he's your height and these shorts are loose on you! You ask, "Can I ask, how big are you?"
"Me? Oh, not so big," says Perry, not getting the drift of your question. "I must be...