Maybe roe, [ he agrees, like he has any fucking clue what fish roe tastes like. Growing up, his mum wasn't exactly an adventurous cook, concerned more with quantity than with broadening her sons' gastronomical horizons, and food at Hogwarts was similarly filling and hearty stick-to-your-ribs British fare, not exactly anything that could be considered exotic or unusual.
Between bites, Charlie continues to sip at his liquor, refilling his glass when it empties and doing the same for Luna's, ensuring they both have a steady stream of cool, sharp spirits to cleanse the palate between each dish.
When she holds out a dolma to him, the grape leaf starkly green against the rice and herbs inside, he doesn't hesitate to lean forward, the hand not resting on the back of her chair lifting between them as if to cup any stray grains of rice that might tumble from the little parcel as she feeds it to him.
Is it weird, perhaps, that she's feeding him the second half of an appetizer she'd already bitten into? Yeah, maybe. Not weird enough for him to refuse the food, though, or to lean out of her personal space, or to stop looking at her with fondly amused blue-green eyes. ] Yeah, s'nice.
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Between bites, Charlie continues to sip at his liquor, refilling his glass when it empties and doing the same for Luna's, ensuring they both have a steady stream of cool, sharp spirits to cleanse the palate between each dish.
When she holds out a dolma to him, the grape leaf starkly green against the rice and herbs inside, he doesn't hesitate to lean forward, the hand not resting on the back of her chair lifting between them as if to cup any stray grains of rice that might tumble from the little parcel as she feeds it to him.
Is it weird, perhaps, that she's feeding him the second half of an appetizer she'd already bitten into? Yeah, maybe. Not weird enough for him to refuse the food, though, or to lean out of her personal space, or to stop looking at her with fondly amused blue-green eyes. ] Yeah, s'nice.