"She really is. Too good for me, and I hope she never realizes it," James said. "I'd never recover if she left me." He was half joking, but completely serious at the same time. "Her mash should win awards. In fact, we should make her one." It was an attempt at distraction, before they moved on to the bigger issues of the evening.
The silence lasted for a few bites, and then James reached for the bottle. "I'm sure you've probably already imbibed today, but I promised you whiskey to talk about Regulus, so I'm providing." He poured them each a glass, and sipped at his. "So, how'd it go?"