Given how he’d served himself, Minoru had slightly different customs when it came to communal dining. But he watched how Ziggy ate with respectful attention, set down his fork, and plucked one of the vegetable samosas he hadn’t already grabbed.
“Even what’s sticky or messy?” He asked, not just thinking about dipping vegetables into hot cheese, but also about weirdly-textured things like risotto or any dish that came with a sort of sauce. “And how do you share soup?”
It was different, but he was interested in learning.
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Date: 2021-04-27 11:55 am (UTC)“Even what’s sticky or messy?” He asked, not just thinking about dipping vegetables into hot cheese, but also about weirdly-textured things like risotto or any dish that came with a sort of sauce. “And how do you share soup?”
It was different, but he was interested in learning.