"Oooh!"
The sound of Colette's exclamation stopped Rémy cold at their bedroom door on his way back from a midnight snack run. Was she OK?
"Linguini… doesn't do… justice," he managed to hear her saying. At the mention of food, he inched closer.
Why are they discussing food in bed at 3 AM? He listened for Linguini's response to solve the conundrum, but all he could hear from his friend was heavy breathing.
"Ooh-la-la!" Suddenly she laughed breathily. "With THAT, chéri, you should have been called Rigatoni!"
He scuttled off, blushing. There were some things he preferred not to know.