<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Irene grinned over at Luke who resolved his dilemma of where to sit for dinner. </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"> </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Hearing that Luke called the wine, therapy in a bottle, only made her chuckle, “Sure I can pass it over to you.” Her fingers grasped the neck of the bottle to pass it over to him. “Here you are and I hope it will serve well the need you seek.” She grinned.  </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"> </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Waiting was painful, but had to be achieved in polite acceptation to all guest. If it were steak or anything else she would have been fashionably late or just late in turn. But it was indeed the one meal that tonight she cherished more than steak it’s self. So pasta was her weakness, better it then jewelry. She tried not to stare at Luke but sitting in silence was not going to be a better solution.</span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"> </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">At some point she stood from her seat with plate in hand and decided she had been a good girl long enough according to her stomach. Sure only a few minutes passed since Emiko sounded the dinner call but she was a tad anxious. </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"> </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Turning to Luke once again took the lead, “I’m going to get a mile high plate from the kitchen. Care to follow, or wait for me to return to the table in triumphant glow?” She giggled as she headed into the kitchen half forgetting her midriff being exposed. </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"> </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">In the kitchen the spoons looked to have been deliberately placed in the pasta and sauce pots. “Well I see you plan on a self serve line and rightly so; less clean up Emiko great idea.” Before she continued to serve herself up, she turned to Wade. “I do hope you will be ok to enjoy the fruits of your labor in comfort?” She knew how nasty a burn can be as most humans at some point or other have experienced.</span>