The arrival of the servant punctuated their exchange.

Alexis allowed a small smile to grace her Lips.

Resting casually in his chair, Leonel toyed with the two poached eggs in his bowl and chuckled. "It's merely an egg. Why the flowery language, Diana?"

The servant's cheeks turned pink with embarrassment.

She smoothed her apron and responded with a touch of formality. "I hope your meal is to your liking, Mr. and Mrs. Douglas."