[A private affair, huh? Well, he supposes he can approve of that. But the comment earns a soft look, and then right back away. Geez, he's bad at this.]
I think it might be early. The fish hasn't even arrived."
[ He answers with an affectionate grin after eating a little bit of his salad. It seems that some of Genesis' flirtatious tactics worked well. However, Angeal is cautious not to flirt too much. He doesn't seem desperate and honestly, he doesn't want to make Rude feel uncomfortable. The fact he managed to get the Turk comfortable enough to take off his sunglasses means he's doing well.]
I'll wait until after the main course.
[The wink he gives Rude is both playful and inviting. Whether or not Rude accepts the invite is up to him. For the meanwhile, Angeal seems content enough to leave everything as it is until the food is finally served. It's a good thing Rude ordered his dish prior to them arriving. Both their meals arrived at the same time nice and hot fresh from the oven.]
['The chef gives his compliments.' The waitress says before quickly leaving to attend to the other patrons. Angeal had can't help but look mildly surprised by the sheer beauty of Rude's expensive meal.]
[The taste is what Rude cares about, but it definitely feels like home in the taste. He takes his first bite and the pleased noise speaks volumes. And, of course, he pushes the plate a bit more toward Angeal. He DID promise to let him try.]
It's good. If you eat all of it, it might affect my opinion.
[ He peeks over at the offered plate with a hint of surprise. Rude said he would let him sample it but he didn't expect the Turk to make good on his promise. Now grabbing his fork with muted excitement, Angeal gives Rude a playful smirk before helping himself. ]
Don't worry. I won't gobble it all up.
[ He says before taking the first bite. If there's one thing he likes more than anything else, it's a well-grilled fish. The fish itself is moist and rich with a buttery-like sauce that compliments the natural flavors. There's a nice hint of crunch there and the vegetables accenting this meal were roasted to perfection. Angeal lets out a hum of approval before gently pushing the plate back to Rude. ]
If my mother cooked like this, I would've never left home.
[ He's only joking! Angeal loves his mother's cooking but he'll admit, her style of cooking is nowhere as good as this. He's not disappointed when he tries his dish next. The shrimp scampi is damn near perfection. Every bite is just as creamy and savory as the next and the shrimps are plump and juicy. This is probably the best meal he had ever since moving to Midgar. ]
[Those bright mako eyes light up in surprise. While he doesn't wish to pry too much about Rude's past, Angeal can't help but feel curious about the Turk.
Is Rude the son of some wealthy diplomat or something? The man has absurdly expensive tastes. Angeal can't help but fret a little about that. He's nothing more than a country-bumpkin in comparison.]
I'm scared to hear what you'll think of my cooking.
[Is he hinting that the next date will be at his place? Maybe.]
[His family wasn't wealthy, not at all. But there was a secret to good food that this place could never replicate, and it leaves Rude smiling fondly to think of it.]
It's not fresh. In Costa, my favorite place was this cantina on the bay. You go up, sit down, and you tell them how you want the fish cooked. Not what. And they catch you something, right there. Got guys that just man the poles, casting off the cantina's dock. Catch a fish, put it in a submerged container. When you get the fish, it was alive a few minutes before they starts cooking. Vegetables were similar. Bought that day or the day before from farmers who came to the city to sell it.
[Freshness was the key ingredient. Among other things.]
And the salt.
[Rude reaches over to nudge the shaker on the table. Small, fancy little crystal thing. And filled with ordinary table salt, small, fine crystals.]
We don't use this. We're a coastal city. The salt isn't mined or made from water pumped into factories. Every family knows how to get water from the bay, how to let it evaporate in the sun to make salt. It tastes like the sea. The wealthier buy it, but we made it.
[Those are the touches. Here, he has to pay quite a bit to get good chefs, because they didn't grow up eating this, cooking this.]
[ The more Rude talks about the freshness and spices associated with Costan cuisine, the more Angeal wants to try his hand at cooking an authentic Costan meal. Of course, he's not crazy enough to attempt such an endeavor for their next date. No way! However, Angeal is interested enough to try it a bit later in the month.
The main bases of Costan cuisine focus on the freshness of the fish itself. if the fish isn't fresh, then it's an instant failure. Angeal is literally going to have to pay Costa del Sol a visit in order to make a successful dish. It's practical for a man who lives in Midgar but Angeal wants to try and cook it someday. ]
So Costan cuisine is a combination of freshness and the lack of unnecessary processing of spices?
[ He lets out a thoughtful hum. Yeah, he would literally have to cook this food there in order to ensure the quality doesn't go down. Maybe if Angeal could get some vacation time--- ]
That's a tall order but someday I'll try cooking it.
[ Angeal gives Rude a grin while contemplating just how he'll manage it. ]
Until then, I could make you some of Banora's signature dishes.
[It might be amusing, to be invited to join Angeal in Costa. As it was, he shakes his head at Angeal’s conclusion.]
Cosan cuisine is a lot more than that. But those are the things that Midgar can never achieve. Other than that, it’s still complex. But this place does the other things right.
[Try cooking it? Rude doubts it, and that doubt is clear on his face. But he doesn’t say it. Is used to not saying things. Instead he nods at the offer of Banora’s food.]
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I think it might be early. The fish hasn't even arrived."
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[ He answers with an affectionate grin after eating a little bit of his salad. It seems that some of Genesis' flirtatious tactics worked well. However, Angeal is cautious not to flirt too much. He doesn't seem desperate and honestly, he doesn't want to make Rude feel uncomfortable. The fact he managed to get the Turk comfortable enough to take off his sunglasses means he's doing well.]
I'll wait until after the main course.
[The wink he gives Rude is both playful and inviting. Whether or not Rude accepts the invite is up to him. For the meanwhile, Angeal seems content enough to leave everything as it is until the food is finally served. It's a good thing Rude ordered his dish prior to them arriving. Both their meals arrived at the same time nice and hot fresh from the oven.]
['The chef gives his compliments.' The waitress says before quickly leaving to attend to the other patrons. Angeal had can't help but look mildly surprised by the sheer beauty of Rude's expensive meal.]
It looks like a work of art.
[He says with a hint of awe within his tone.]
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[The taste is what Rude cares about, but it definitely feels like home in the taste. He takes his first bite and the pleased noise speaks volumes. And, of course, he pushes the plate a bit more toward Angeal. He DID promise to let him try.]
It's good. If you eat all of it, it might affect my opinion.
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Don't worry. I won't gobble it all up.
[ He says before taking the first bite. If there's one thing he likes more than anything else, it's a well-grilled fish. The fish itself is moist and rich with a buttery-like sauce that compliments the natural flavors. There's a nice hint of crunch there and the vegetables accenting this meal were roasted to perfection. Angeal lets out a hum of approval before gently pushing the plate back to Rude. ]
That's...good.
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Yes.
[A decision has been made. And he thinks he could be attracted to a man who was good looking, thoughtful, and appreciated good food.]
Reminds me of mi Madre's food.
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[ He's only joking! Angeal loves his mother's cooking but he'll admit, her style of cooking is nowhere as good as this. He's not disappointed when he tries his dish next. The shrimp scampi is damn near perfection. Every bite is just as creamy and savory as the next and the shrimps are plump and juicy. This is probably the best meal he had ever since moving to Midgar. ]
I have to say, Rude, this place is awesome.
[ He says with a big goofy grin. ]
Thank you for inviting me out tonight.
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Midgar does passable Costan food.
[If this is passable, one must wonder what he grew up with. But he nods and has just the barest suggestion of a smile at that goofy grin.]
You were fishing for an invitation.
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[Those bright mako eyes light up in surprise. While he doesn't wish to pry too much about Rude's past, Angeal can't help but feel curious about the Turk.
Is Rude the son of some wealthy diplomat or something? The man has absurdly expensive tastes. Angeal can't help but fret a little about that. He's nothing more than a country-bumpkin in comparison.]
I'm scared to hear what you'll think of my cooking.
[Is he hinting that the next date will be at his place? Maybe.]
I cast the line out hoping you would bite.
[He winks at Rude.]
I'm not a bad fisherman if you ask me.
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It's not fresh. In Costa, my favorite place was this cantina on the bay. You go up, sit down, and you tell them how you want the fish cooked. Not what. And they catch you something, right there. Got guys that just man the poles, casting off the cantina's dock. Catch a fish, put it in a submerged container. When you get the fish, it was alive a few minutes before they starts cooking. Vegetables were similar. Bought that day or the day before from farmers who came to the city to sell it.
[Freshness was the key ingredient. Among other things.]
And the salt.
[Rude reaches over to nudge the shaker on the table. Small, fancy little crystal thing. And filled with ordinary table salt, small, fine crystals.]
We don't use this. We're a coastal city. The salt isn't mined or made from water pumped into factories. Every family knows how to get water from the bay, how to let it evaporate in the sun to make salt. It tastes like the sea. The wealthier buy it, but we made it.
[Those are the touches. Here, he has to pay quite a bit to get good chefs, because they didn't grow up eating this, cooking this.]
But I'll try your stuff.
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The main bases of Costan cuisine focus on the freshness of the fish itself. if the fish isn't fresh, then it's an instant failure. Angeal is literally going to have to pay Costa del Sol a visit in order to make a successful dish. It's practical for a man who lives in Midgar but Angeal wants to try and cook it someday. ]
So Costan cuisine is a combination of freshness and the lack of unnecessary processing of spices?
[ He lets out a thoughtful hum. Yeah, he would literally have to cook this food there in order to ensure the quality doesn't go down. Maybe if Angeal could get some vacation time--- ]
That's a tall order but someday I'll try cooking it.
[ Angeal gives Rude a grin while contemplating just how he'll manage it. ]
Until then, I could make you some of Banora's signature dishes.
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Cosan cuisine is a lot more than that. But those are the things that Midgar can never achieve. Other than that, it’s still complex. But this place does the other things right.
[Try cooking it? Rude doubts it, and that doubt is clear on his face. But he doesn’t say it. Is used to not saying things. Instead he nods at the offer of Banora’s food.]
I think I’ll give you a chance for that.