The overhead light spring to life. All of you find yourselves seated together with a gaggle of older English gentlemen and a few wives. One of the gentlemen glances about the table from side to side before speaking.
"I know Smith is suppose to be a master in his field but I did not understand one single word of that. He was almost as bad as that bloody American Anthropologist we had here in June. " He chuckles slightly as he puffs on his cigar. " Wouldn't you all agree?" The rather round woman squeezed into a green evening gown next to him laughs softly.
Before you can speak a auburn haired waitress and six servers appear with the first course of three melon balls with Katenrauchschinken. Each is placed in front of you quietly and quickly.
A rather large man that appears to be in his late sixties stabs on of the melonballs with his sterling silver fork. " You are so very right Neil. Although I did find his delievery to be very impressive. He held my attention even though I had no clue as to what he was going on about."
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