Oh my God!  That's how your parents met? 

Tell me more.

For a fraction of a second, I'm terrified, moved, and saddened.  But instead I reveal a flattered expression. 

I wish I were the author of this story, but I merely harbor it for the owners who have gone off to sea indefinitely.

How is this setting?  Is it typical?  I want to honor their praise and amazement at this thought of such a romance.  But the place never seems to do it justice.  How can I retell such a tale at a single dinner sitting?  Or at a party over drinks? 

It requires commitment.  It is a complex and beautiful story whose ending is no less fascinating than life itself. 

How can I retell such a thing in such a short random interaction?

Perhaps, they deserve just a taste.  A taste no different that the one I received.