"Okay, but we could make out in it a little," I answered just before I opened the door. The food was wheeled in on a cart, the trays silver, surprising me with how shiny they were. I wasn't sure I had ever seen such a fancy looking spread of food.

The lodge employee was quick, setting the food out on our table and then settling the bucket with the chilled champagne to one side. The glasses he produced with a smile and I realized a little belatedly that I was meant to tip him. The process probably looked ridiculous, me fumbling in my pocket for the right bill, but he didn't seem to mind and he thanked me as he left.

"Well," I said, then turned to grin at Eddie, a little flushed, but pleased with myself. "Come here."