"You sound like quite the diva," Daphne replied. Somehow she had no difficulty whatsoever imagine Jack stripping alongside a handful of drag queens. "But I suppose I can understand your concerns. I never settle for anything less than what I deserve." Understatement of the century, that. "It's overkill, isn't it?" she asked, gesturing around. Then she shrugged. "I wanted to do something really nice. It's been a rough couple of days."
She perched on the arm of the nearby sofa, smiling a little at his question. Good, he'd been paying attention. "My mother had very particular tastes. Emeline was from Lyon. When I was a girl she told me that the way to a man's heart was through his stomach. So I said she would have to teach me everything."