>>18419372Maria had expected a lot to happen during the dinner, but a deluge of bird named after an outdated set of laws and a 90's pop-star was certainly not one of them.
The spat out soup still dripped from her face as her stare looked out of the open doorway that Miss USA had gone through, unwavering, unblinking even as the birds flew all around her.
With the birds gone however Maria unclenched her fist, visibly exhaling and hanging her shoulders.
>Terribly sorry darlings, I hope that hasn't ruined your appetites. If two want, I can serve the next dish. I promise you Miss USA will get hers too, served cold.That friendly smile, now an earnest one appeared back on her face as she kept the pan of soup on the table, dusting off the bread as well as she moved back into the kitchen, coming back with clean new dinnerplates, a bowl of mashed potatoes, grilled asparagus and a succulent looking roasted lambrack.
>Now, Nikki, can I lend your ear for a bit, I want to talk about something while we eat. 