"I'm sure he'll enjoy it." The crone didn't correct the name the doctor used for her husband. It was a little odd, but if he wanted to show the man deference, who was she to stop him? Then again, it was a little amusing. Her fingers squeezed Eric's.
"I believe it is your turn to pick one. Though, I believe we will want one that may have an interesting taste?" She absently licked her lips. "Perhaps one that would taste distinctive. Not one of those orderlies, you'd think they would last a long time. Silly big things with no brains." She certainly sounded disappointed.
"Perhaps let Eric choose. It is a special performance for him, isn't it?" She laughed softly.