Vela gave him a look of surprise.  He had been the one asking her to explain what the mountain oyster was.  It was what it was.  Perhaps he had not known what it was, that was possible, she figured, but she had no idea.

Granted, she had not had a client faint over the mention of a cut of meat.  That was new.  She watched as the servants took the lady out of the room.  Then gracefully moved over to gather her gloves and notebook again to sit down and continued with the meeting.  Though her thought at the moment was this would be a good moment to have that drink he had offered earlier.

She had been brought up as a lady as well, but she had a stronger spine than the woman before her, apparently had.  She was not going to correct a possible client.  Unless she was totally insulted or mistreated, she maintained a polite and professional manner at such meetings.

"Then perhaps a different hors d'oeuvre.  For if the mere mention of the cut of meat, the vision of it arriving on the first dish would not be a great start for the evening."  She tapped the paper again with the pen thinking of another option.  From the reaction of the wife, the skewered design even my trigger the poor lady.  "How about Heirloom Bruschetta? It  is made up of toasted bread drizzled with olive oil, rubbed with garlic, and topped with seasonal ingredients."