Vince ~~ Nicci excusing herself<br/><br/>A fine desert. Ah chewy bit of fruit that smeared a swirl as his spoon danced a two step around the glass. Where the tools for the chicken were a challenge the desert was no contest. Easy as spoonin porridge an he didn’t need special bits of silverware to figure it out.<br/><br/>Nicci’s voice broke thru his reverie. His hand moving his napkin from his knee and he stood as she excused herself. He chuckled at her joke and watched her leave to see exactly what direction the lou was. He would use that bit of information for later.<br/><br/>As she disappeared around the corner he sat again. Tucking his napkin on his leg. Grinning at the rest before getting back to the serious business of his desert. There was a right way an a wrong way tu eat desert in Vince’s mind. Slow an teasin your mouth so that each bit lasted as long as possible until it had played out and the next portion was on the spoon.<br/><br/>The first time in his life he had ice cream he had taken a full hour of slow licking. Others had gotten perturbed but what was there to do if yah rush from one pleasure to another. The memory of ice cream hung in his mind as he began to embrace the full measure of the raspberries still in his cup.