Lucavion exhaled, rolling his shoulders as he cast a glance at the menu laid out before them. The small diner was a far cry from the luxurious inn where he had once dined with Elara, but the scent of fresh spices and grilled meats was undeniably inviting.
Still, there was a problem.
He had no idea what half these dishes were.
Eastern cuisine was a complex thing. Different regions had different traditions, different flavors, and while he had eaten fine meals before, he wasn't exactly well-versed in the intricacies of these particular dishes. Some were seafood-based, others rich in stews, and a few carried an aroma of unfamiliar spices that hinted at heat.
His fingers tapped lazily against the table as he considered his options. And then—he smirked.
Aeliana would enjoy this.
