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Returning to her residence I am faced with a most comely dining room; festooning the glossy wooden floorboards are mats and pillow seats, the which surrounds a table lengthy enough to accommodate six. Already sitting down is a goblin - a rather tired one - whose eyes appear more full than usual.
“Wow. This-”
“Something else.” As I unravel my meal, right away the proficiency jm cookery declares itself; the eggs are cooked lightly enough that an undercurrent of runnyness lingers on the texture, while lacking in any excess grease. Even the smaller bits of onions were spread evenly across! Her meal too is a fine thing - a layer of fish sauce and gravy coats the minced pork and basil thinly and equally throughout. The aromatics of chili makes it rather pleasing to smell.
The evening was off to a swell start.
“Er. Yes, I was a follower of bakery in my youth - my sister did much of the embellishments while I was tasked mainly with kneading and delivery.” Perhaps unsurprisingly, our conversation drifted towards food, and my past came up.
“That is nice. What sort did you bake?” Airin expresses a fondness for dessert - ladyfingers in particular; She had a great deal of those when growing up. “Probably the best thing about funerals, in earnest.” A smile grimly appears on her lips as she swap stories with me. Bittersweet misadventures, unfulfilled dreams, amusing anecdotes, such memories were shared liberally as our supper concludes.
And plenty more were shared afterwards - courtesy of Airin’s bottle of exceptional proportions.
“Ha. Well...”
“That was damned impressive I must say, Kommgal. A five-on-one and the worst wound you had was from your ma. Hahaha. Cheers to that.” We both take another sip of the cider as we note the absurdities of our past. “Mhm. You too. I’ve heard of liver strikes, strikes to the groin, bites to the breasts, but shit, I’ve never even - heard - of something like THAT. One hell of a way to take the fight out of them, Airin. I ought to do that if those kids back up on me.”
Pulling down breeches and jamming fingers into the bum are certainly one of the ways of taking the fight out of someone.
“Mhm. Yes, I do believe that would reveal - the contents - of their characters quite a bit.” Her comment got quite the laugh from me - and her as well.
We had a lovely time. Somehow. I do wish to do this again, when both our schedules permit. I… I really do hope the feeling is mutual. That’s likely the case but—
Ugh. No. Enough of this. She is an adult! I let my fears be buried once more as I prepare myself for tomorrow: double, triple-check my belongings, prepare the clothes, before sleeping at an hour not too ungodly.
