“Oh” exclaimed Stella perking up “so you’re eating bachelor food, you must let me cook for you. I tell you what, when the two cats come out from being under the influence, bring them and yourself up for a proper supper. You’ve been so sweet to my Tesla I’ve just got to do something for you. What do you like? I make great soups and sandwiches or I could make a lovely spatchcock chicken roast. Any allergies or extreme dislikes I need to be aware of?” All of a sudden, realizing that she sounded like a proverbial motormouth, Stella blushed and held her hand in front of her mouth. “Sorry” she squeaked “I...uh......you’re the only person I’ve talked to in this town who I didn’t work for. Forgive me?”