“Everything needs to be just so.” Stella said. She placed the plates, utensils, and napkins down on the table. She backed away and took a mental picture of the place settings.
“No, they don’t. Trust me, no one is going to care where their fork is along as they have a fork.” Claire replied with an eye roll.
“No, this is our first dinner party as adults. We’re inviting our parents and close friends, I want everything to be perfect.” Stella paused to look at her roommate.
“I don’t think we should have a dinner party in the first place. Neither one of us knows how to cook.” Claire countered.
“We cook dinner for ourselves every night.”
“Yeah, we make noodles because it’s quick and easy and we have no idea how to cook.”
“Well, we need to learn.”
“I agree,” Claire nodded, “but I don’t think cooking a grand meal for all our close friends and family is a great time to start, you know?”
“Don’t worry about it,” Stella dismissed the thought with a wave of her hand. “I’ve picked out a couple of recipes from some cookbooks and we’ll test them out. If none of them go well, I have a backup.”
“What’s your backup?” Claire wondered aloud.
“Homemade mac and cheese.” Stella grinned.
Claire sighed. “Oh, yeah… mac and cheese. People are definitely going to want their forks and spoons to be on the correct side of their plate now.”
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