"What are you laughing at?"
Ethan Grant asked.
"Oh, nothing!"
Startled by Ethan Grant's voice, Shirley Thorne immediately reined in her runaway thoughts. Flashing a sweet smile, she asked, "Mr. Grant, where are you taking me to eat?"
"You'll know when we get there."
"Oh."
Shirley Thorne blinked. 'At worst, it's probably just a hairy crab the size of a table,' she thought. 'I can handle that.'
However, to her utter surprise, the sight that greeted her as she stepped into the private room nearly made her jaw drop.
Damn!
The master chefs from Pyralia are incredible!
Master Chef Miller, dressed in a simple white chef's uniform, beamed until his face was a mess of wrinkles. "Madam," he said, "what do you think? Our skills aren't too shabby, are they?"
Shirley Thorne nodded, her mouth agape, as a thought popped into her head.
'A bun the size of a table... what kind of steamer would you even need for that?'
