"Danielle," Angie countered, "I amsorry. How thoughtless." She touched the veneered face of the Hosaka flight kitchen, which purred softly and began to dispense tiny plates of tea-smoked duck, gulf oysters on black-pepper toast, crayfish flan, sesame pancakes... Porphyre, taking Angie's cue, produced a bottle of chilled Chablis – Danielle's favorite, Angie now recalled. Someone – Swift? – had also remembered.