Ipúd Restaurant, Laus Oma
She looked nothing so much as thoughtful, deeply thoughtful. There was none of the scrunching up of her face he had half expected, only that intent look of hers. She took another little bite, somewhat to his surprise.
Interesting, Aurelie pronounced, and she asked if he liked them.
“Hm,” Aremu said, looking down at the little bowl. He reached out and took a piece of it himself, nibbling at it, feeling a little thoughtful himself. “Do you know, I think I do?” He grinned at her. “I remember thinking they were a joke as a boy, but - in the last, I suppose, eight years, I’ve rather come to like them. Ahura isn’t much inclined towards them, though I’m sure she’d make them for us. Perhaps with familiarity,” his eyes crinkled a little, amused, and he tried to let nothing deeper in him show, “you’d come to like them too. I’d be happy to ask, if you wish.”
I don’t know how long it would take, he wanted to say. You might have to stay a long time - if you wanted to.
There was a part of him that wanted her to go. With her there - every day and now every night - there was no break from it, no respite from all that had crept up on him unawares, and seemed to threaten to swallow him whole whenever he tried to face it too directly.
“Let’s see,” Aremu looked down at the cups. “I haven’t had most of these - the menu’s never the same even two days in a row. If the eggplants are like the ones from last time, they should be good.” He smiled at Aurelie once more, and looked back down at the bowls.
The sounds of eating echoed from the room around them, quiet laughter and conversation in Mugrobi and Estuan both.
Aurelie was hesitating, he thought; he looked down at the bowls again. “Let’s see,” he grinned at her. “Do you like squid?” He took his own bowl, turning it out onto the round metal plate, next to the rice. He ate a bite, tasting the lightly cooked squid, more soft than rubbery, and rubbed well with spice. He mixed the rest of the pieces lightly into the rice, mingling them, eating more of it.
“Let’s switch off choosing,” Aremu suggested, grinning at her, when they’d tried the squid. “What do you want to taste next?”