The night that he would be eating over at Harper's had come and Philip wasn't sure what to expect. He was used to eating other peoples food - he employed a cook after all. But Harper had learned to cook to do this. He had finished up at work and was momentarily a little off kilter at the change in routine. Usually Harper came to him for dinner but this time, it would be the other way around.

He bid good bye to his mother who looked at him suspiciously for reasons that Philip couldn't get out of her. Giving up on that, he made his way to Harper's.

He knocked on the door and smiled as his friend threw open the door. "Am I under-dressed?" He asked teasingly for he was wearing a typical day-suit of a middle class man but Harper was looking a lot more dapper. Then again, he always was in Philip's opinion.