Mel picked up Chelyan at four forty-five on Saturday afternoon for their dinner date in Port Bramble. The old fishing village had never been invaded by any of the modern restaurant chains, so Mel insisted that Chelyan select her favorite restaurant because he had never visited any of the ones in town since his arrival from the south. Unfortunately, here were not a lot of choices. There were two family restaurants, two coffee shops, and a bar.
“The bar can get quite rowdy at times, especially on the weekend, so I recommend we skip that one,” Chelyan advised. “Both of the restaurants are quite nice and the cooks have been really good in past years at both also, so it’s a coin toss between them.”
“You toss the coin or choose one,” Mel replied.
Chelyan giggled. “The Waterfront Diner, down o
