CeCe shook her head a little wryly. Say one thing about the god, he was persistent. And to differ to her judgment in food? Just one big old flatterer, that's all. "Two orders of Mattie's special jambalaya, with cornbread, dear" she told the waiter, her ever-present drawl slightly more pronounced.
"Yes'm," the waiter nodded and turned to head back to the kitchen.
She leaned back and assessed him lightly, not quite giving him what he wanted. "Tell me how Mona is."