Dan pronounces that he doesn't like cold meat or the French tickler. Dan has fugued out and is watching Marc put it away. I remember the night we taught Marc to eat crab. Now he comes in and is a steady engine. Marc is down to the salty ones.
Salty crab is a bit rough.
The floor under the able is also a mess and we notice how conveniently the carpet sweeper is located next to our table. Wet naps are airborne as we try to mop up. And render the table just a little less messy. The trays and plates have been picked up so now it's spin the silverware. They twist my arm.