"I believe Dr. Strand shares your sentiment," She answered, setting the food on the kitchen table. To eat any place besides the dining room seemed against her sentiments, but then she reminded herself that Alex was convalescing and this was no different than taking meals on a tray.

She proceeded to set the food on the table; vegetable and wonton soup, chicken and garlic vegetables, some steamed dumplings, and of course, rice. Along with the food was a thermos of oolong tea and bowls. "How are you with chopsticks?"

There was no faux-passe against using silverwear, least not here. Still, in this case she didn't wish to assume.