Everybody should have a place to remember and feel they belong to.
"We are celebrating a wedding. Ours!" Aurelian grinned at his brand new wife.
"Congratulations," Kurt answered.
Kurt then took down the orders. He was slightly amused at the young boy's order but he didn't show it. When they were done he smiled, and said "I will be back in a moment with your wine."
As he walked to the kitchen, he began thinking of what he could to do for the newly-weds to make their night feel special. Looking over the orders as he handed them to the hotel's resident chef, Terrence O'Malley, who was an Irishman that had been trained by a French chef in New Orleans. That thought reminded him again to ask O'Malley about how that came about.
When O'Malley asked him if that was the complete order, Kurt shook his head. "You can add a serving of trifle to each of those meals as well."
Satisfied that O'Malley would take care of everything, Kurt then went down to the cellar to find the right bottle of wine.
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Lucinda privately wondered whether Clara would have preferred something besides the beef stew, but she decided not to say anything and just listened as the rest of her new family ordered. She grinned at Wyatt's order. He wouldn't be too hard to keep happy with her cooking, at least. Mashed potatoes, gravy, and biscuits were staples that you couldn't really mess up unless you really messed them up.
She sat back in her chair to wait on the return of the waiter with their wine, and held up her hand to look at her wedding ring. Not that it was any different from any other day she looked at her ring, but the metal band held a new significance now that she was married again.
"Well," she said, clearing her throat and glancing around the table with a smile, "I see I'm the odd one out by not eating beef. I hope that isn't a bad sign."
She didn't mind being different, and had enjoyed mutton the few times she'd eaten it, although it did have the tendency to be tough.
After the waiter departed to fetch some wine, there was a moment of awkward silence. Soon broken by his brand new wife.
"Well," she said, clearing her throat and glancing around the table with a smile, "I see I'm the odd one out by not eating beef. I hope that isn't a bad sign."
Aurelian chuckled, "No, not at all. I had some awful mutton during the late war and never wanted it since. But if you like, more power to you."
Clara said in that deadpan fashion of hers, "I would not tell a cattle rancher of your taste for sheep, if I were you."
