I'm going to call her Nadine. Because I can. Nadine's contribution to this month's book club meeting is a pot of lovely oolong tea and a sprightly debate about Balzac. She's always got an opinion.
Man, if I've got a bowl of noodles, you could plunk me on a cloud surrounded by stars with faces and even balance a little yellow baby thing on my head and I probably wouldn't notice. I love noodles that much. Just as long as you keep them coming.