Carol sat at the table, shook out the folded napkin, and laid it on her lap.
“Actually, it’s my husband’s recipe,” she said. “I’m not much of a cook myself.”
“I’ll have to update your notes,” said the man as he sat in his chair and began eating.
“So,” said Carol as she speared a slice of the Feleg equivalent of a carrot with her fork. “You’ve been going through my stuff then?”
