<div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Maria_Avatar-1.jpg)</div><strong>Who:</strong>Maria van Zandt.<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Dining room.<br/><strong>With:</strong>between Connor and Luka.<br/><br/>I sipped my drink and put the glass down. The sparkling wine was ice cold, crisply dry and delicious. The man on one side of me spoke. I recognised the strong Irish accent straight away.<br/><br/><strong>"Hallo, Mister Con-nor. Mister… Oh- Fur… Ah. Fhorgif me, is pronouncing hart. Dhifficult. Is okay I call yuu Con-nor?"</strong>I smiled at him.<strong>"I am well, zank-yuu, bhut. What iz it? That English wurt? In. Treeged? Intrigued? Curiuz. I am beeingk curious about this all. Pleez fhorgive. I don study Eenglish long. I am fhrom Delft. Nederlande, ya?"</strong><br/><br/>The man had no plate or glass before him and I noticed several others did not either. Had I jumped the gun?<br/><br/><strong>"Aar yuu eatingk Con-nor? Yuu haf no plate or glass?"</strong>