“i***t! Turn them, turn them, and baste those chops again,” said the six-armed humanoid as he swept past the suddenly bustling kitchen toward the two women. “They must glisten like rain-wet marble, not scorch like bad grease. Madam, welcome to my kitchen. Darcy! Introduce us!”
I don’t believe this, thought Jade as the chef swept Megan over to the pastries counter to show off a sweet he was preparing for a special occasion that evening.
“Landauris, this is Megan Cafferty. Cafferty, Landauris.”
“You are the same that owns Le Salver on the L-5 station of Antares 7-299? But of course you are! You know fine cuisine when you see it.”
After a tour of the kitchen that took them to areas Jade hadn’t seen in the five years she’d been there, Jade and Megan were finally escorted to a table with in
