Cooke Ferrell looked at the gorgeous pregnant woman. He was a shut-in in the kitchen and, even at his age, he couldn't really deal with beautiful women very well.
His half-brother handled all the business aspects of his restaurant back then, so he was never forced into much social interaction at all. He could just focus on his craft.
He shook his head and calmed himself down, "A deal?" He asked, "What kind of deal?"
Althea watched his reaction with an awkward smile, a bit surprised that she had to spell everything out to an old man. "As you know I own this place. You know… this place with all the ingredients?"
"Perhaps, if you'd let me taste a meal you cooked, I may be able to give you better prices."
"I… I can, of course!"
