Mariah looks at Roz in amazement when she hears the amount of food she ordered. She then asks "Where are you going to put all that food?". She then looks at the menu and says "I just want a lamb gyro and a sprite zero".
To the manager "Excuse me sir before I place an order, I would like to thank you for attending to this in person. Also some of the staff here seem to have some questionable behaviors". After fully explaining what has transpired so far this evening with the servers.
" Also a nice cheese cake with maple walnut ice cream for my self and a black forest cake for the lady. Thank you."
"Sorry I almost forgot a refill on the ice tea and a coffee for myself thank you."
Gives Mariah a wink "Roz enjoy the meal, nice to see a lady enjoying good food."
Returns to what remains of his wine and ponders if the empty plates before him will be cleared or should he just stack them to the side.
Barely keeping my jaw from hitting the floor in amazement as I see a busboy heading this way to clear the plates. Quickly thanking the busboy for the service turning to Mariah "See what happens when you take control and not leave the work to others."
Mariah raises an eyebrow and says "Whatever. You see, what happens is that you are not used to the kind of lifestyle I have...I don't blame you. Maybe if you stick around maybe my Dad can have a job for you that won't require to have your hands in such condition". She then looks at a newspaper that is on her table and exclaims "Oh-my-goodness! What is the police and the justice system trying to do to poor Paris? They are literally torturing her inside that jail! The poor woman cannot even have a facial done! Can you imagine THAT?"
Ponders Mariah statement for a bit. "Aye my hands be not baby soft but again neither is my middle. I am sure your father is a very wise man who people listen when he speaks. " Sips his drink and continues "Exactly what is your father business that he would be in need of one such as I?" Looks curious as he awaits the reply.
Mariah replies "He owns many businesses and he would not have a need to hire you per say but I was offering you the chance if you really wanted to get out of the business you are currently in. I mean, do you want to be a tool maker all your life?", she asks.
:::wipes her mouth thoroughly after stuffing herself so completely and intently that she didn't even hear most of the conversation around her:::
"Mmmm! That was so delicious!" Roz stifles a teensy, dainty belch. "But I think I hurt myself..." She pats her rounded belly with a contented, yet pained, sigh. "Wow...."
Pulling a pack of toothpicks from her bag, she takes one and pokes it between her front teeth and offers the pack to her table companions. "Anyone need a little help?"
Mariah looks at Roz and raises and eyebrow "Umm...no thanks" She then takes out from her purse a mini-set of toothbrush, toothpaste and floss and says "I'll be right back, I need to take care of my personal dental hygiene in the RESTROOM where it is supposed to be" she says a little louder looking at Roz still using a toothpick and looking like a Pirate in a Pirate's ship.