There were delectable smells coming from suite 724: delectable, delicious, divine cooking smells.
There was
coq au vin keeping warm in the oven, the sauce just finishing simmering on the stove; roast potatoes, seasoned with garlic, cayenne, and fresh-cracked white peppercorns in a serving dish already on the table, and a spinach salad beside them; a pitcher of
homemade pomegranate soda ready to be poured.
In short, everything was ready for Lulu and her guest; all that remained was for Mary to arrive.
[For one, please!]