“At this point...no” laughed Stella looking at the two stoners draped over each other. “I’ll go get dinner started, just keep the windows closed so our two pot heads don’t get ideas.” She smiled at Anton, “come in half an hour.”<br/><br/>Stella dashed upstairs and headed straight for the kitchen. The grill pan was heating on her gas range while she beat two medium sized boneless chicken breasts into submission. Those were seasoned with paprika, oregano, onion flakes, salt, pepper and a generous sprinkling of spanish paprika. The chicken breasts were grilled in the pan while the oven heated for the baguette and desert. A arugula-mesclun salad mix went on two plates along with cut up grape tomatoes, cucumbers, and peppers and a homemade balsamic dressing. Shavings of Parmesan went on top. In a casserole dish she poured some moscato, added half a vanilla bean and two peeled and halved pears. Off in the oven to poach. She would serve them with spicy chocolate shavings and a dollop of mascarpone on the side.<br/><br/>‘Phew’ thought Stella wiping her hands on a dish towel ‘I hope that’s signature enough’ when she heard a knock on her door.