"Oh? How did you know?" Stella Sterling's voice was bright. "We just got here not long ago. We're eating right now."
Roman Rhodes asked in a low voice, "What are you planning to do after you eat?"
Stella said deliberately, "Maybe head to the winery on the back mountain... to drink a little vinegar."
A chuckle rumbled in the man's throat. "That's fine too. A little drink can be pleasant. Go relax first, and give me a call when you're done."
Stella faltered. 'Is that the right way to respond?'
But whether it was right or not, her mouth moved faster than her brain in giving a response: "Okay."
Stella had just hung up the phone.
Claire Shawcross happened to walk back over. "Something's come up at The Gilded Orchid. I have to head back after we finish eating."
Victor Vance, chewing on a pork rib, asked indistinctly, "What's up? Someone trashing the place?"
"Who would dare?" Claire Shawcross tossed a napkin at him. "Just gnaw on your bone."
