The door bell rang, Barry put down the spatula he was using to stir the shallots and looking things over when to answer the door. As he approached the door he gave himself the once over in the long hall mirror. He noticed how his jumper accentuated the bulge of his stomach, or was that the two meals he'd already eaten?
He opened the door and saw Paul holding a cake tin.
"Hey Baz, I've just seen Steve pull past, he's going to park up the street a bit. Where's the beer?" said Paul handing Barry the cake tin.
"Good to see you Paul, The beer is in the fridge, come through and grab one." said Barry, as he moved back into the kitchen, putting the cake tin down on the kitchen counter.
As Paul followed him through to the kitchen he took off his coat and hung it over the end baluster. Grabbing a beer out the fridge Paul asked, "Do you want one, Baz?"
"Yeah, sure." said Barry, "What dessert did you bring?"
"A coffee cake." responded Paul as the door bell rang again.
Taking the proffered beer from Paul, Barry asked, "Would you get that, while I finish this sauce?" Barry took a glug of beer from the bottle in his left hand and started pouring vermouth into the sauce pan with his other.
"No problem." said Paul taking a swig of beer from his bottle as he exited the kitchen to answer the door.
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