Riley had decided to make Italian food for their little dinner party with Danny and his new girl. She'd spent the better part of the morning of Friday the Thirteenth in her office at the hotel, pouring over cookbooks in the vain attempt to plan the perfect menu for the night. Finally, she went in search of her husband to get his input. He liked food almost as much as she did, after all. She plopped herself down in one of the client chairs that sat across David's desk from his own ultra-comfy executive chair and set three cookbooks down in front of her. Each book was bristling with enough sticky notes to make it look like the bastard love child of a porcupine. "Help?" she said, giving her husband a look that was remarkably like Finn's when he was trying to cage people food from a soft mark.
Privately, David thought making dinner for someone who was spending a lot of time with Dan was an unfair proposition anyway. The guy was a world-class chef?his midnight snacks were better than most people's carefully planned Sunday dinners. He knew Riley was having some misgivings about Dan meeting someone new so soon after Lelah?though he did notice that she seemed a lot less reluctant to give this Jenni the benefit of the doubt than she had Lelah. He wondered if that was because she and Lelah really had become good friends in the time she was with Dan, even if it had turned out badly in the end. "Can't figure out what to make, huh babe?" He reached for the first of the cookbooks. "What've you got it narrowed down to?" Judging by the stick notes, there hadn't been much narrowing?but he was kind of hoping there was another explanation for the medium-sized forest's worth of paper sticking out of the books.
"Narrow is such a...broad term," she said, sitting back and crossing those trademark legs. "I was thinking four courses. With either beef or chicken as the main course. And zabaglione with berries as dessert."
He enjoyed a good look at the aforementioned legs before answering. He was allowed. "Chicken Parmigiano? You don't find too many people who don't like that stuff."
"Ooh, yeah," she said excitedly, leaning forward to check one of the other books. She found the recipe and left it open to that page. "And we could do either spaghetti marinara or spaghetti with oil, garlic, and red pepper for the pasta course."
"The second one. That sounds awesome to me." He nodded. "And definitely the zabaglione. Anyone who doesn't like that can't be trusted anyway." He grinned at her.
She chuckled and then found the recipe for the pasta dish, the zabaglione, and then shoved another book at David. "Traditional anti-pasta for the appetiser?"
He nodded vigorously. "Mmm, yes. That stuff is awesome. Even if someone always goes through and picks out all of the pepperoni."
She gave him an innocent look and took her book back. "I have no idea what you're talking about. Besides, vegetables are for health food nuts and prey animals." She stood up, leaned across the desk for a kiss, and then went back into her office to draw up a shopping list.
He smirked a bit, but was more than willing to accept a kiss in place of apology or admission of guilt. "Let me know when you want to go."
"We can hit the Marketplace on the way home tonight, then if there's anything missing, I can go after class in the morning. Ooh, we need wine, too. Would you track down Christian and get his opinion?" One of the many perks of working in a world-class, or in the case of the Imperial Grand Rhy?Din multiverse-class, hotel was the availability of amazing specialists to give opinions and help when needed. Christian Bertand was a sommelier Riley had seduced away from a three-star Michelin restaurant in Paris and employed at the Temple.
"Why don?t we let Jenni and Dan bring it?" David countered, knowing it was likely the only way Riley would let the other couple bring anything with them.
"Ooh, an even better idea! Would you track down Danny and ask him to bring some wine for tomorrow night? I?ve gotta call our laundry people. They?ve jacked up our prices again." As Riley dialed the phone, she grumbled about the recent incursion of protection money rackets and their effects on the small business person.
Privately, David thought making dinner for someone who was spending a lot of time with Dan was an unfair proposition anyway. The guy was a world-class chef?his midnight snacks were better than most people's carefully planned Sunday dinners. He knew Riley was having some misgivings about Dan meeting someone new so soon after Lelah?though he did notice that she seemed a lot less reluctant to give this Jenni the benefit of the doubt than she had Lelah. He wondered if that was because she and Lelah really had become good friends in the time she was with Dan, even if it had turned out badly in the end. "Can't figure out what to make, huh babe?" He reached for the first of the cookbooks. "What've you got it narrowed down to?" Judging by the stick notes, there hadn't been much narrowing?but he was kind of hoping there was another explanation for the medium-sized forest's worth of paper sticking out of the books.
"Narrow is such a...broad term," she said, sitting back and crossing those trademark legs. "I was thinking four courses. With either beef or chicken as the main course. And zabaglione with berries as dessert."
He enjoyed a good look at the aforementioned legs before answering. He was allowed. "Chicken Parmigiano? You don't find too many people who don't like that stuff."
"Ooh, yeah," she said excitedly, leaning forward to check one of the other books. She found the recipe and left it open to that page. "And we could do either spaghetti marinara or spaghetti with oil, garlic, and red pepper for the pasta course."
"The second one. That sounds awesome to me." He nodded. "And definitely the zabaglione. Anyone who doesn't like that can't be trusted anyway." He grinned at her.
She chuckled and then found the recipe for the pasta dish, the zabaglione, and then shoved another book at David. "Traditional anti-pasta for the appetiser?"
He nodded vigorously. "Mmm, yes. That stuff is awesome. Even if someone always goes through and picks out all of the pepperoni."
She gave him an innocent look and took her book back. "I have no idea what you're talking about. Besides, vegetables are for health food nuts and prey animals." She stood up, leaned across the desk for a kiss, and then went back into her office to draw up a shopping list.
He smirked a bit, but was more than willing to accept a kiss in place of apology or admission of guilt. "Let me know when you want to go."
"We can hit the Marketplace on the way home tonight, then if there's anything missing, I can go after class in the morning. Ooh, we need wine, too. Would you track down Christian and get his opinion?" One of the many perks of working in a world-class, or in the case of the Imperial Grand Rhy?Din multiverse-class, hotel was the availability of amazing specialists to give opinions and help when needed. Christian Bertand was a sommelier Riley had seduced away from a three-star Michelin restaurant in Paris and employed at the Temple.
"Why don?t we let Jenni and Dan bring it?" David countered, knowing it was likely the only way Riley would let the other couple bring anything with them.
"Ooh, an even better idea! Would you track down Danny and ask him to bring some wine for tomorrow night? I?ve gotta call our laundry people. They?ve jacked up our prices again." As Riley dialed the phone, she grumbled about the recent incursion of protection money rackets and their effects on the small business person.