Touching hands and now sharing the same eating utensils? What's next?
Dal laughs at Gabriel's jest and shakes his head as he returns to his seat. Ah, but it feels good, normal to be like this after everything... To be able to smile and laugh and just feel comfortable for a little while.
He leans in and takes the bite with an exaggerated chomp. By now he's tried just about everything on that restaurant's menu, so he had some idea what to expect. He hasn't had the opportunity to try a lot of places outside his neighborhood, but he liked their food well enough he didn't care if he had no point of comparison.
Dal hums quietly, nodding in approval at the flavor on his tongue. Fried rice always hits just right, no matter what he's in the mood for. Once he swallows the bite, he moves to scoop up a piece of the curry chicken -- complete with slice of carrot and a pea pod -- to offer in kind.
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Dal laughs at Gabriel's jest and shakes his head as he returns to his seat. Ah, but it feels good, normal to be like this after everything... To be able to smile and laugh and just feel comfortable for a little while.
He leans in and takes the bite with an exaggerated chomp. By now he's tried just about everything on that restaurant's menu, so he had some idea what to expect. He hasn't had the opportunity to try a lot of places outside his neighborhood, but he liked their food well enough he didn't care if he had no point of comparison.
Dal hums quietly, nodding in approval at the flavor on his tongue. Fried rice always hits just right, no matter what he's in the mood for. Once he swallows the bite, he moves to scoop up a piece of the curry chicken -- complete with slice of carrot and a pea pod -- to offer in kind.