"I have a feeling that our meetings will always at least revolve around alcohol with food as an afterthought. I was thinking that since I can't cook, we could go to the little cafe near our apartment." Vanessa laughed as she looked in her cart, it was a rather silly thought if you imagined all of the food in her cart put together in a meal. "You mean you don't like warmed up chocolate spread over toasted rye bread, served with a side of Kashi cereal?" Sadly that sounded pretty delicious to her. "You really have absolutely NO taste Richard, none at all, you midwesterners have such a lack of culture." She picked up a bottle of the finest wine $2 can get you and laughed. "You're just jealous that I bought the last bottle, admit it."