[Chloe snags the bottles, setting them down on a table nearby that's cluttered with a few magazines, a number of 18th century coins, a few maps and a pile of chopsticks. Her foot kicks back one of the closer chairs so he can sit down, and she fetches the containers of food for them both-- his being the spicier of the pair.
Much, much spicier.] Thanks, love. You're a godsend.
I have a feeling it'll do us both a bit of good. You've used chopsticks before, right?
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Much, much spicier.] Thanks, love. You're a godsend.
I have a feeling it'll do us both a bit of good. You've used chopsticks before, right?