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 [u][b] Los Paraisos: Hell’s Kitchen Restaurant [/u][/b]

 Aria withdrew her hand from where it had been inching towards Chirps’ plate, rubbing at it and stuck out her tongue childishly at him before turning back to the conversation at hand. So it had been decided that the group would be going clubbing tonight while Don and Trixie... Staked out on a nearby rooftop as superheroes? That sounded like a lot of fun.

Looking down she suddenly realized that at some point her appetizer had been replaced with a steaming plate of seafood pasta and she eagerly dug in. Oh Gods this was delicious, firm pasta coupled with a creamy sauce and Parmesan sprinkled in just the right amount. 

[i] "How's the food?"[/i]

“Absolutely delicious!” She answered immediately, before looking up to who had asked the question and pausing. Wasn’t that the head chef? A quick glance at the kitchen showed that all the other chefs had their heads poked out the door, intrigued by what was happening outside. 

Whatever the reason he had for paying the table a visit, she certainly hadn’t expected that it was because he and Moira were related. Small world, wasn’t it? When the two hugged, she could swear she heard a scandalized gasp followed by a chorus of hushing sounds from the kitchen, the other chefs no doubt unused to such behaviour from the short-tempered chef.

Aria raised her glass in agreement to Dylan’s compliments, smiling at the continuous whispers from the kitchen. She hoped they returned to work before the chef ended up overhearing them, which would no doubt end up with more bouts of screaming and shattering plates.