"Right. Well, after our little exercise this afternoon, maybe we'd better have some red meat." He scanned the huge menu. "How about a Chateaubriand for the two of us?"
"Great," she answered enthusiastically.
"How do you likes your meat?"
"How do you like yours?"
"Charred and blood rare," Tod said.
"Charred and blood rare is fine with me. I always feel barbarian when I eat raw meat." She growled playfully and raised her eyebrows suggestively. Then her face collapsed. "No... that's a lie. I've never felt anything. Before you... " She forced a smile. "Anyway, hell, I'm hungry!"... and let's try a bottle of number twenty four, the pinot noir," Tod said, finishing his instructions to the Captain who had come over personally to take their order.
Moments later, they both were watching silen
