"I have to admit that I'm really no better at cooking. I tried to make myself dinner one day when the cook was ill." She paused for a moment. "It was foolish, ill-advised and singularly messy. Especially when I can order delivery from virtually any restaurant in the city."

Stephanie had actually been through the experience briefly before she went to America. She hated every minute over it, and gleefully ignored most of their mandates as soon as she could. It was hard to believe, but at one time, she'd actually been Catholic.

Stephanie laughed. "Likely not. In any case, truthfully, a good friend is a lot more valuable than a silly little affair anyway." She smiled. "We're almost there. You know, I've heard rumours of a secret menu at Languedoc. One that they only give to a select few return customers."