"Hmmmmm, " said Stella thoughtfully as she pulled back on the tab off the can of Tantalizing Trout and served it on the two kitty plates by the door while the two felines were purring loud enough to make her raise her voice. "I'll have coffee and whatever juice you feel is most appropriate with your breakfast, just no milk please." Stella liked milk products only in the forms of ice-cream, cheese, and in her coffee or  British style tea, oh and in puddings etc, but not for drinking. She straightened up and placed the empty can in the trash can which he had helpfully pointed out to her.<br/><br/>"I've never had Lingo, lingu, lingulalallica? Well, I've never had Portugese sausage before. I like Andouille, though," she smiled at Anton, "just as long as it isn't edible fire like your shrimp from Dante's Inferno." She moved aside to watch him carry their breakfast to the table, and followed him, very curious about such an unusual, for her, breakfast.<br/><br/>She had noticed that his wedding band was still off, so definitely not by accident, oh wait, what was she thinking. He was cooking and constantly washing his hands, of course he'd not wear the band. It was so confusing though. Did he...was he....did he want to.... ? She sighed and told herself to stop. He was just being a nice neighbor, right?<br/><br/>'He kissed your cheek last night.'  said the Angel who had reappeared on her shoulder carrying a golf club.<br/><br/>'Yes, he sure did, and it wasn't a peck, girl, he does like you.' said the Devil, who looked like it was doing yoga, upward dog, maybe?<br/><br/>Stella was just glad that the rapper phase didn't last long, talk about weird.<br/><br/>"I made some scones last night when I tried to stay awake after the rich dessert." she said watching Anton pile food on the plates. "I hope you like blueberries."