"I don't think Tesla will bother us for our dinner today," she giggled, "but just in case, I brought two cans of Fancy Feline Salmon Supreme with me." turning her attention to the food she felt her mouth water. The contrast of the brown steak, the brilliantly white rice - how did he know she loved rice - and the alarmingly orange shrimp looked inviting. She had arranged the salads on two plates with the grilled peaches as the crowning glory and served the dressing in a glass jar so each could take as little or much as they wanted. Stella noticed the condiments and said to Anton, as they sat down, "Oh, I don't think we'll need any additional flavors, just alone the way this smells it divine."<br/><br/>They toasted each other and the cats and then began to eat. Stella noticed Anton's curious glances as she cut into the prawns but only connected the dots when the succulent meat hit her tongue. The flavor was first bright, but the citrusy overnotes soon gave way to what could only be described as a thermo-nuclear event in her mouth. She chewed and swallowed and reached for the water. When she could breathe again she looked at Anton's expression which was a mixture of concern and ill concealed amusement and said "let me guess, my face is redder than my hair and my mascara is near my cheek bones." She laughed, and took a bite of the cooling salad before eating the rest of the first prawn and then enjoying the most flavorful rice she had ever eaten. The steak could only be Kobe, the meat cooked to perfection and its sweet and savoriness contrasting with the fiery surf part of the meal. “What did you put in those prawns, Anton? Lava from the ninth circle of hell? But I can’t stop eating them!”