Yesterday's prompt spawned a short story from the wife (which she refused to let me share because she's shy) and a post over at Switching Over to AM using the prompt. Today's prompt?

Edith Tidwell and Caleb Francis meet when a mutual acquaintance introduces them to each other. One of them is a chemist.

Over the course of the evening Caleb Francis had consumed more passed appetizers than was probably healthy. He had eaten several peppery beef kebabs with pearl onions, he had scarfed down a small plate of crab cakes with pomeray mustard and he had commandeered almost an entire tray of teriyaki salmon skewers ("Ooo 'otta 'huy 'eese," he told his friend David, talking through a mouth full of food and holding out a tray). By the time the fig and goat cheese crostinis came around he was almost too stuffed to eat, but Caleb was an avid eater and he managed to find room in his stomach.

Edith Tidwell, on the other hand, was eating less than was probably healthy. She was going through vodka and sodas at a dangerous speed and had only tried a tiny bite of the saffron infused prawn skewers. "You need to eat more," he friend Judith told her, raising an eyebrow as Edith started on her fifth cocktail. "I'd eat more if the food didn't taste like Connecticut," Edith replied. Judith would have argued with her friend, but Edith was right, the food did taste vaguely of the Constitution State.

It was after Caleb Francis had finished of the last of the crab and mango empanadas that his friend David had wanted to introduce him to someone. "She's someone I work with," David said, "and if you stop focusing on the appetizers for one second I think you'd enjoy talking to her." Caleb, who was still chewing, simply nodded in agreement.

"Edith!" David said, dragging Caleb across the room by his sleeve. "How are you?"

Edith, who had been left alone by Judith and was sucking the vodka off the last of her ice cubes, was caught off guard. "David," she said, tucking the cube into her cheek rather than spitting it out, giving her the vague appearance of a chipmunk. "Good to see you."

"You too," David replied. "I wanted you to meet my friend Caleb." David stepped aside and Caleb and Edith stared at each other, Edith with a tiny ice cube still tucked in her cheek and Caleb with a small bite of food still lingering in his mouth.

Edith, as it turned out, was a chemist.