>Jac reaches out and takes Mira's free hand, "Of course, sitting here
>with you *anything* would taste good to me."

Mira flushes with pleasure.

>He gives her hand a squeeze and says with a slight smile, "But I won't
>tell Chef Erma that."

Mira smiles, her eyes held captive by his with a strength far beyond the 
gentle touch of his hand.

>"What won't you tell Chef Erma?" says a voice coming from your left.
>Glancing that direction you see a small woman dressed in the white
>uniform of a chef is standing next to your table. She has dark hair
>pulled back in a bun. You can see thin streaks of gray in her hair and
>lines on her face smiling. You would estimate her age as late 40's.

The moment is broken and Mira withdraws her hand, if Jac allows her to, 
turning to smile at the voice.

>Jac turns and looks at her, but doesn't release Mira's hand, "Erma! I
>didn't see you approaching."
>
>"I can see that." she says with a twinkle in her eye.
>
>"The food is just wonderful, tonight, Erma." Jac says to her, "May I
>introduce, my good friend, Sianna Mira Hasta-Rur to you?"
>
>"Mira, this is Chef Erma Tolay. The best frantz chef on all of Mark."
>Jac says smiling and releasing Mira's hand.
>
>"Perhaps, *one* of the better chefs, but surely not *the* best." Erma
>chuckles and holds out her hand to Mira, "A pleasure Sianna. You must
>watch out for Sir Jac's silver tongue, when he wishes he can be *oh* so
>charming."

"A pleasure to meet you, Chef Tolay. Do call me Mira. I've noted Jac's 
silver tongue and find I have little resistance to it."

Mira