Gaius let out a little hum, amused at the idea of samples from a theopilum, as he turned in the direction she indicated. He adopted a quick pace, eating up the distance. He imagined hors d'oeuvres, dainty but ladened with flavours of what he'd heard some call ethnic food. To him flavour was king, as he simply didn't need to eat. If it didn't taste good it had no business on his plate.
Regardless, he pondered what might be on the menu, as he made conversation with the assistant trailing in his wake. “How is Easthaven so far, in your esteem?” He looked over his shoulder at her, tilting his torso to invite her catch up. “I recall you'd recently relocated when we first met.”
Regardless, he pondered what might be on the menu, as he made conversation with the assistant trailing in his wake. “How is Easthaven so far, in your esteem?” He looked over his shoulder at her, tilting his torso to invite her catch up. “I recall you'd recently relocated when we first met.”