The clinking of glasses against dishes seemed to sway in time with the atmosphere.
Nice little detail. I can hear the "pulse" of the place.
The wait staff moved to and fro between calmly taking a patron’s order in the main dining room, to the planned hysteria of the kitchen.
Like this too.
Ensconced in a large horseshoe-shaped booth sat the Kent/Lane party - the two families were laughing and exchanging stories.
Always did like how easily the Lanes and Kents got along.
Clark wore a charcoal grey suit,
For Lois, methinks.
In the past if a guy had appeared on a date wearing a tie that matched her scarf she would have promptly ditched the scarf - and the guy.
“What Mike means, Grace, is that you are a friend of his, so that makes you a friend of ours.” Jonathan spoke in his usual gentle, quiet tones, but the depth of meaning was clearly evident.
Awww! <gives Jonathan a hug>
For some bizarre reason Mike felt uneasy. Why was this man looking for Grace? More importantly, who was *he* to her?
Awww, he's being all territorial!
“Brother? Your Grace’s brother? She has mentioned you on a few occasions.”
Yeah...that was....smooth, Mike...
“Isn’t that great? He’s her brother.”
Awww, you're too cute, Mike.
“You two write so many articles, how can *anyone* keep up? Still, if she made socks for Mike perhaps she can make a sweater for me? There’s this darling pattern…”
Dang it! How did Ellen get free of my duct tape?
Ellen, outdone again by no less than a Kansas farm housewife, did something very rare - she held her tongue.
Tempus came! And replaced Ellen with a clone!
“Just one minute, young lady!”
<readies a frying pan to smack Ellen upside the head with>
“Your Mother’s right, Princess. Besides, isn’t this all part of mother/daughter bonding while planning a wedding?”
<uses said frying pan on Sam>
Wait...where's the rest??? I need more now!!!
