"Agreed." Stephanie grinned, taking a sip of the preoffered wine with the cheese, a board that recalled all regions of her native Spain as well as a handful of French choices. She spread some soft cheese on a slice of fig bread and took a bite, closing her eyes for a moment in delight. It was rare for her to feel true saitety, her life being roughly divided between being "ravenously hungry" and "sort of hungry", but again, Alonso hadn't disappointed.

And neither would Marcelo, later. Using a slightly different sense of the word "hungry".

"Or I might have to get a cab, embarrassing as that might be seeing as we're only six or seven blocks from your place right now." She grinned. "I'm actually starting to get full. But dessert will be spectacular, I'm sure."