[He yoinks one of those forks from the cup at her question. Really really, he's about to dive in and ain't nothing in any world gonna stop him. He doesn't fill the bowl entirely, but still enough for a meal. Like he has no doubts Sasha created something wonderful, something he'll want to savor, something he'll want to eat more than just a bite or two of because it's just that good. Her proximity only amps that desire up, she deserves a close and personal look at what good cooking does to people worthy of it. And he's glad to be worthy.
He leans over, skewers a few key pieces of seafood, twirls it to wrap a sliver of onion around, lets it sit in its stew for a moment, and then leans over further so he can put it all directly in his mouth. No letting it drip dry of necessary juices, nope, just shoving it in there as fast as he can like any other method of eating this is plain wrong.
He chews, brow furrowed, face unreadable past "a man eating something." There's no telling signs of "a man eating something FANTASTIC" or "a man eating something AWFUL" none of that. Not until he points to the dish with his fork, swallows, licks the edge of his lips, and says:]
That is exactly what bouillabaisse is supposed to taste like. [Levels of spice weren't the added kicker in any given dish. No, that fell on the levels of homemade TLC.] You have to send me the recipe later, Sasha, this is delicious.
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He leans over, skewers a few key pieces of seafood, twirls it to wrap a sliver of onion around, lets it sit in its stew for a moment, and then leans over further so he can put it all directly in his mouth. No letting it drip dry of necessary juices, nope, just shoving it in there as fast as he can like any other method of eating this is plain wrong.
He chews, brow furrowed, face unreadable past "a man eating something." There's no telling signs of "a man eating something FANTASTIC" or "a man eating something AWFUL" none of that. Not until he points to the dish with his fork, swallows, licks the edge of his lips, and says:]
That is exactly what bouillabaisse is supposed to taste like. [Levels of spice weren't the added kicker in any given dish. No, that fell on the levels of homemade TLC.] You have to send me the recipe later, Sasha, this is delicious.