Never on an occasion has he steered her wrong. His choice of restaurant and the selections available within will certainly be no exception. "I must admit my French is a little rusty, dear."
"Chicken," he translates, "cooked in a sauce of heavy cream, raspberry wine vinegar, lemon juice, and garnished with raspberries. Very soothing, and just tart enough to keep the sauce from being too cloying."
He pursues his lips, mentally comparing the two tastes. "Those should go together rather well," he decides. "You could always have a little of the bagette as a palate cleanser." He closes his menu. "For dessert, I would recommend something light, perhaps continuing the fruit theme. The poached apricots, for example."
"May I have your attention, please?" repeats the woman holding up a gold badge. "I'm sorry to spoil your evening, but I'm afraid this restaurant is closed." She raises the badge higher as the patrons begin to murmur in protest. "GCPD," she says more loudly. "Major Crimes Unit. We have the commissioner's authorization--"
"--evacuate the building in an orderly fashion," finishes Detective MacDonald. "Very sorry to interrupt your dinner." She fixes her stare on the maitre'd, who is swelling up with righteous indignation. "But I'm afraid it's necessary."
The maitre'd deflates and begins directing the departure of the staff and patrons.
In the kitchen of Wayne Manorlexcorp_mediaMarch 28 2007, 18:13:43 UTC
"... and it looks like the GCPD's earlier fears of a bomb scare were unfounded, though the electrical components found are still being examined by the CSU. Captain Sawyer of the MCU had no comment to make at this time...."
Re: In the kitchen of Wayne ManorlesliethompkinsMarch 28 2007, 18:23:36 UTC
The distinctive aroma of double gloucester wafts up under her nose. She breathes it in, savoring both the smell and the silence in the familiar kitchen. A smile forms suddenly on her face.
Re: In the kitchen of Wayne Manor_alfred_March 28 2007, 18:32:32 UTC
"Not precisely La Parisienne Poulet Aux Framboises," he confesses ruefully, sitting down in the chair across from her, "but a favourite comfort food in this house."
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