<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Irene had listened to Emiko tell where the dishes were and grinned. Looking back again saw Emiko heading toward the cabinet to help get the dishes down. The china was elegant yet bold. She couldn’t begin to guess if Ashlyn brought them or they were left to her. But, either way the pattern was very tasteful, kudos to the purchaser. Grinning at Emiko, Irene headed out with the plates, but got only as far as the door way seeing Ashlyn moving on from the bar area who waved and  was off with a drink in her hand. Shaking her head, she could only imagine who showed up. </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"> </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">Still she set the table with the number she knew had arrived assuming only one guest per vehicle had showed up. She’ll do a head count seeking only those she had not accounted for. Returning to the kitchen heard water running and then Emiko’s voice saying something about mustard. With the bread out of the oven it was evident someone got burned. Looking at the pain Wade was in, she wasn’t going to make light of this mishap. “I hope you will ok Wade? I see you are in good hands.” </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"> </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">After observing Emiko attending Wade, Irene finished setting the table admiring the flatware, and glass. After she removed a four stick candle holder and placed as a center piece went out to the porch still hearing the music. There she found the two new guest and of course Ashlyn and Luke. “Well hello all glad to see new faces about. She moved in near Luke. “Luke since it took three of us to cook, I will help with the clean up too. I think I owe you as I did Emiko…you did carry my bags and for that I am grateful.” She smiled playfully as she said it. </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"> </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;">“But I merely had to guess the number of new arrivals  while I set the table. We heard two cars pulling up, so apparently I was right in assuming only two more.” She eyed each of them and realized she hadn’t even introduced herself. “I am one of three cooks for today’s meal; although I will not be making it a habit. I am Irene, and you all are?”</span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"> </span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"> Irene just wanted to get the initial ice breaker over with and was glad to do so before dinner. She loved spaghetti and wanted to enjoy the meal not feel insecure or bothered about when and if she meets up with the other two guys. Callous she wasn’t, but into certain foods she was. Her back side leaned against the railing not expecting either to just jump up or say who they were just because she asked. She wasn’t in any hurry and waited to see if either would open up and who would be first to say their name. She grinned at Luke who looked content and a little more at ease now.  </span>