Wounds tended, Chad and Michael take seats on opposite sides of the kitchen table. I sip wine and help myself to a morsel of cheese. Charlotte, Sebastian and Beth have formed some kind of gossip group and appear to be exchanging notes...
I don't want to know...
Richard presses a cracker to the plate, mopping up crumbs. "Do you have any more of that excellent Brie, James?"
"No, that's the last of it, but there's a Camembert? Or I have a Stilton in the larder I was thinking of opening up."
"Excellent idea. But don't you think that Tempranillo would be overwhelmed by Stilton?"
"Good point. I'll fetch a bottle of port."
After a while, Michael says, "Do you feel as stupid as I do?"
"I'd say so. Probably, yes." Chad looks around at the audience. "You got it out of your system?"