I frequent a local pub. The staff know my habits well and pretty much serve my needs without a lot of discussion. I had made an unusual late evening visit after a long day at work. As I was waiting for my meal I saw a young man with his date carefully counting his funds. So for a little fun, when the waiter came around, I signaled him over. I handed him forty dollars and told him to tell the young man the meal had been paid for. The cost for the two would be about thirty dollars of the main menu. He asked what I wanted him to do with the change. I said that is your payment not to reveal from where it came. i noticed him looking glum as I had heard his date order one of the pricier choices ($ 12). The waiter then whispered to him that that his meal was already paid for, and to select whatever he wanted. He then ordered something around eight dollars. As I was enjoying my pint after the meal. The young man had signaled for the tab, when the waiter brought over the desert menu, and said to him that the deserts were on the house. They ordered, and as the waiter came by the table, I tried to slip him some more money, but he said no, it was worth it just to see the young ones happy.
Sometimes the seed just gets planted. And grows.