Ethan Gray gently took the spirit-infusion glass vessel from Blanche’s hands and set it on the coffee table. "Come on, enough with the snacks. Let’s head to the dining room. Dinner is served."
"Hee-hee-hee," Blanche let out a series of forced, nervous giggles, standing rooted to the spot. "Mister, are you sure? This doesn't seem... right proper, does it?"
Seeing her act like a demure little bride was almost too much for Ethan. He had to suppress a laugh as he gently steered her toward the dining table. "What’s not proper about it? We slaved away in the kitchen together. I can’t finish all this by myself, so consider it a favor to me. You’re helping me out."
As he nudged her into her seat, a massive bowl of chilled savory noodles appeared before her. It was a masterpiece of presentation:
