It was mostly one huge room, wrapped in different murals, from different worlds, beautifully done to look as if you were looking out a window while you ate. With tables scattered about that accented the area rather than distracted from it. The only area that was almost out of the line of sight was the kitchen, which had its own area that didn't take away from the floor plan of the dining room. There were beautifully carved accordion doors if she wanted the kitchen completely out of sight, but that wasn't the case just then. Ten children aged from eight down to two years old, played in the little gated off area.
There wasn't a bell or anything to announce he'd walked through the door, but with Maryanne's senses she didn't need one. So as soon as Joe walked in she began cutting the dough she kneading to an end, gathering it up in a smooth lump and putting it into a greased bowl, just as he walked over. She wiped her hands clean on the apron around her waist, and offered him a friendly smile.
"I don't believe we have. Pleasures all mine, Mister O'hara." Her accent was thick, slow, and melodic like most other southerners. She held her hand out to him, intent on shaking his. She was a modern woman after all. "What brings you here?"