“Everyone, look at my incredible creation!” Mark said stepping away from the table and holding out his hands... “I call it my Jackson Pollock truffle!”
“I’m sensing you were a bit sloshed on red wine, and angry.” I said, looking at his truffle. “With these textures you added, I am definitely picking up an angry vibe when you were creating this piece.”
“Interesting how you were able to pick that up, Erik.” Mark said, sounding as snobby as possible, “Only a true artist could have seen that.”
Jim and Gracy were both too focused on their chocolate treats; there was no time for chitchat.