Vince ~ playing butler to Mari's hostess<br/><br/>It seemed Mari did wish the use of his hands.  Vince was happy to lend them to a dark eyed woman willing to have him aboot as he played the devil in his thoughts. She had a sway to her walk and her confidence flowed from pot to cup as easily as she handed a smile and a gentle look to one and all in that giving way she had.<br/><br/>Bo's joke had Vince cracking a crooked grin, "Speakin fore der Irish aye tank yah fore nay mixin us wit dah scotts, Bo. Aye canna speak fore der coffee though."<br/><br/>[Speaking for the Irish I thank you for not confusing the irish with the scots, Bo. I canno speak for the coffee though.]<br/><br/>It was a glance from Nicci that caught his attention. In that moment he thought he saw that inner burning. She averted her eyes in that subtle dance he knew so well. Hunger that rose to the surface. He wet his lips and suddenly realized he might be looking at her too hard.  And for a moment maybe he was.<br/><br/>Mari was again on the move and he followed. He had lost track of the paper and writing pen until he saw it in Bo's hand. He walked to Mari's serving side with the tray in hand until everyone had been served. He placed it down in easy reach and motioned to the window seats.<br/><br/>"Shall we sit then?" Vince asked as the paper and pen went to Nicci.<br/><br/>