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With a small sigh, Elan poured two glasses of wine and set them out on the table. Setting the bottle of wine in the refrigerator next to the chilling desserts, he walked over to the two plates of rice with a stir-fried chicken and vegetables. The sauce was faintly sweet, and ever so slighty citrus-tasting. Orange was all he could substitute with, really.
The place setting was nice and laid-out according to Second Age standards. Shelley would be down relatively soon. Being on his own for lunch had forced Elan to learn to use the primitive appliances in the kitchen.
It would suffice. He was not a particularly skilled cook, but simple meals were hardly out of his league, though he had not cooked for himself in quite sometime.
The place setting was nice and laid-out according to Second Age standards. Shelley would be down relatively soon. Being on his own for lunch had forced Elan to learn to use the primitive appliances in the kitchen.
It would suffice. He was not a particularly skilled cook, but simple meals were hardly out of his league, though he had not cooked for himself in quite sometime.