Stella was gratified that Anton was struggling as much as she was with the prawns. She followed his suit and took a few bites of the steak and the rice, oh my goodness the rice... she would have happily sat down with just a bowl of the rice, meat not required.<br/><br/>"Did you cook like that for your wife? If you did, I am impressed," she gasped out after the second prawn, "it takes nerves of steel, and and asbestos lined mouth to deal with this." Stella knew she was turning red and sweating, and congratulated herself on the foresight of her choice of salad, as the cooling dressing was the only thing that kept her from calling it quits. Well, that and her stubborn pride, something had to go with that red hair of hers.<br/><br/>She smiled at her neighbor and bravely continued, admittedly not chewing the chewy lumps of fiery death not nearly as thoroughly as her stomach might have preferred, but at this point it was do or die. One glass of water and a glass of wine down, and both glasses refilled, and she grinned and said, "I wonder if I'll get inebriated just trying to survive these huge shrimp."  Truth be told, though, she thought, between the succulent steak and the fiery shrimp this was one of the best meals she had ever enjoyed."<br/><br/>"Are you going on location for more photoshoots this week or staying put?" She asked after spooning a forkful of that deliciously soaked rice in her mouth. Rice with steak, who had ever thought of that.