London, Bayswater, Lancaster Gate 36.
Nightfall had descended, stars filling the sky.
A gentle breeze swept across Hyde Park, setting the branches of maple and birch trees trembling together.
Inside the dining room on the ground floor, a long ivory-white dining table was laden with steaming hot dishes.
Great Dumas pointed to the dish in front of him, covered with an iron lid, and proudly introduced today's dinner to those holding forks and knives.
"Gentlemen, and the ladies existing in my imagination, allow me to grandly introduce tonight's main course!"
Darwin, unable to contain his impatience, had been completely conquered by Great Dumas's superb culinary skills over these last few days.
"Alexander, stop beating around the bush, what are we eating tonight?"