"We'll get there," Angus said.
"Did you know Angus is one course away from being a certified Executive Chef?" Brian asked. "I can't get that sot to go finish his coursework. He's stupid. He needs to go finish it."
"I've been telling him that for years," Robert said. "Before the Cordon Bleu thinks he forgot how to cook."
"Cordon Bleu?" Khaat echoed.
"We were living in Paris after all, Babe," Brian shrugged. "Where else does one go?"
"Dinner is served," Michael announced from the doorway. As they made their way to the dining room, Khaat had to admit, she was hungry. When she got to the table, she was astounded. Michael had fixed a Crown Rack of Lamb. It was spectacular looking. She had never seen anything like it. Along with it, he had put a Rosemary Cassis reduction. For sides, he had grilled asparagus with lemon butter, and a sweet potato duche. She was stunned. He had served a vintage Merlot alongside as the dinner wine.
The table was set with rare antique china, an Irish linen table cloth, and candlelight in beautiful silver candlesticks. It was simply stunning. Khaat just stood for a moment, trying to take it all in. "Michael, its beautiful," she said softly.
"Anything for you, my dear," He hugged her, kissing her cheek.