It seemed that the choice was made to hold off for the moment. They agreed to meet again at a later date. Doctor Witaker left his name and address on a piece of paper with instructions to bring something to prepare for dinner so Donald could test the waters before choices were made as well. He wanted to show the man his kitchen. Judging by the smell that lingered in the air, he did a grand job of making food. He saw on his way out that it was untouched because he'd interrupted. It looked to be a strange concoction. "In fact, I'd like to try whatever it is you cooked for your lovely lady. In fact, I can even leave you the money to get more things from the market. I want you to try out the kitchen at least once at a leisurely pace. I'm curious about what you can do." And then he was gone.

Cerise turned to Sam then and sighed. "I know why you did it, but I wish you would have... explained how it works instead of leaving me to believe what I was told by the nuns." She looked sort of down for it, but she wasn't yelling at him. She looked down at the floor, sitting down on the settee. "Sam... why did you not tell me? I feel very stupid right now." She looked up at him again, hurt, not anger in her eyes.