A glass platter appeared in front of her. “Crab puff?” Lynne inquired with a raised eyebrow.
Tonya took two before her friend would say something a bellyful of booze. “I love it when Marc brings work home.” Her giggle invalidated her claims about holding her liquor. Normally, she stayed with one cocktail considering it a luxury. She never drank alone afraid she’d become one of those women always finishing a bottle of wine every evening.
The oven buzzer effected a relocation around the table while Marc went off to retrieve dinner. Lynne took her usual chair, while Tonya sat across from her. No matter where Will decided to sit, he’d be next to her at the small table. Nodding to the end chair, he waited for Lynne’s acknowledgment before pulling the chair out.
A heavenly aroma redolent with butter and salmon floated into the room. Taking a deep breath, she savored it. Salmon Wellington was one of Marc’s specialties and one of her former favorite meals. When she discovered, the pastry wrapped seafood had about a gad zillion calories per serving, she’d eliminated it from her favorite foods.
She’d have to eat it because it would be rude not to. Yep, she’d even have to eat the flaky calorie rich crust. The group looked up as Marc entered the room with the entrée resting on bed of kale leaves with roses created out of radishes to add color.
“Tonight, we will dine like kings on Salmon Wellington, roasted red potatoes, and sauteed asparagus tips and shiitake mushrooms.”
Clapping filled the room. Tonya noticed the other two people at the table weren’t clapping. Her eyes focused downward on her hands in the prayer position. Ooh, it was her. Salmon Wellington was worth clapping about. It sure beat nuking a frozen entrée.