"If that's what you want to believe, I certainly won't stop you."
For all her disparagement of the final dish, of it not matching what she remembers or what she was taught, Rosita has gone hungry far too many times to balk at putting away hot food. She holds off for the first few bites, not staring at Jacob but paying attention anyway in case he does have questions, in case she's grossly overestimated his ability to withstand even the mild chili powder she did put into the sauce and the rice.
But he keeps going and it's the only signal she needs, in turn, to straight out demolish half her plate before she slows down enough to remember where they are. She sets her fork down and picks up her water instead, and nurses it for a moment to give herself time to focus, to organize her thoughts.
"I wanted something nice first, regardless," she says, finally letting herself pick her fork back up again. "But I talked to my friend a few days ago. Who, apparently, has been talking to Vrenille. And the two of them have been discussing the two of us."
She watches as she works on gathering another forkful to see if this is ringing a bell for Jacob, too, or if it's completely out of the blue for him.
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Date: 2022-10-24 11:02 am (UTC)For all her disparagement of the final dish, of it not matching what she remembers or what she was taught, Rosita has gone hungry far too many times to balk at putting away hot food. She holds off for the first few bites, not staring at Jacob but paying attention anyway in case he does have questions, in case she's grossly overestimated his ability to withstand even the mild chili powder she did put into the sauce and the rice.
But he keeps going and it's the only signal she needs, in turn, to straight out demolish half her plate before she slows down enough to remember where they are. She sets her fork down and picks up her water instead, and nurses it for a moment to give herself time to focus, to organize her thoughts.
"I wanted something nice first, regardless," she says, finally letting herself pick her fork back up again. "But I talked to my friend a few days ago. Who, apparently, has been talking to Vrenille. And the two of them have been discussing the two of us."
She watches as she works on gathering another forkful to see if this is ringing a bell for Jacob, too, or if it's completely out of the blue for him.