“And so to you, my friends, I lift my glass. I am honored to be, as always, the Host of the World.” LaRue sat down and poured himself a glass of red wine.

      In front of him was a plate of pasta and a simple salad. “This season has allowed to reconnect with myself, but more importantly, I have reconnected with you.”

      “This is why the meals this year have been different. Simpler.”

      Twirling some pasta on his fork, “life gets complicated. Your meals shouldn’t be.” He takes a drink. “Until next time, I’ll keep a place set for you.”

      “Cut.”

      “De-Von, that was your best’n yet.”

      “Thanks Mr. Melvin.” He slid the plate of pasta acr