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'Why would I want to powder my nose, Daddy?'

'He means the toilets, love'

'Why would I want to powder the toilets?' Chloe's voice carried through the restaurant their conversation drawing alances as they were shown to their table

'No honey To powder your nose o to the toilets'

'Well why don't he say so?'

'Doesn't he say so That's what the posh people say So much more refined' The last was said with a pluain the gods are conspiring against rumbled The table was a three sided affair and Chloe as in the car wanted to sit next to theto press her nose against the glass and give a running co landscape As a result Felicity was forced to sit directly next to Ethan Ethan gallantly held her chair out and waited for her to be settled before he hi accidentally brushed Felicity's bare knee

'Sorry about that'

'No need to apologise' Just don't do it again, please 'You see OK? You're not afraid of heights are you?'

'Not at all' Just you 'If you feel giddy or uncoo somewhere else…lower'

'Macca's!'

'No!' the adults chorused

'I'ht I'!' To add credence to her words and put an end to Ethan's worries Felicity dazzled hi san to undo the knots

'Do you prefer red or white?'

'White thanks Reds give me a headache-What?' Felicity looked up fro and encountered a pointed look fro Felicity thought for a moment 'I just…seem to know it I can't recall an exact occasion when I felt sick after indulging in red wine but I know I don't react well to the stuff'

'A Red hating blues native!Thought that would bring that sht the chardonnay that Ethan had ordered and offered him a taste Ethan deferred to Felicity who took a sip The label of the wine held by the waiter caught Felicity's eye Coolangatta The name looked familiar

'Is it to your taste?'

Felicity looked vacantly at Ethan