Re: 8:25 p.m., by the food table - Alice & Isobel
Isobel bit back a laugh, putting a hand gently on Alice's shoulders. "Don't worry, I've got water. I think you need some too," she replied, rubbing the young woman's upper arm; then her hand dropped back to her lap. She looked back at Rafe.
"I'm good with anything, and I think Obed would be too. We can't really complain if you're going to cook for us. We could at least bring something to drink by, make it a little easier on you. What do you usually cook? I'd love to taste something authentic from Brazil."