Ishamael sat down in front of her, and delicately held his napkin. Looking for all the world as if this were a state dinner with Senators instead of a hastily made meal in a small house, Ishamael nodded and closed his eyes for a moment as if in prayer before beginning to eat.
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Date: 2006-12-03 01:15 am (UTC)"It is excellent, my lady."
It was passable at best.