The Apartment Above The Boards, Sunday Evening

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Curry. Tonight, Jono had decided, as he set up his room with company in mind and flipped through the phone book for local restaurants, was a good night for curry.

Once upon a time, so help him, he used to like curry. And then there had been years without a mouth, and now this, and he was effectively staring down at his dish and nudging a piece of

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Raven swallowed a mouthful of tofu pad thai and a giggle along with it. "Perhaps you should start with something a little less spicy," she said, smiling across the table at him. "The pad thai is delicious."

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"I don't doubt it," Jono sighed, looking down at his plate, and then kind of nudging the broccoli around a moment more. "But I'm reserving the right to be stubborn about dinner, at least. It's a dignity thing, you know."

He'd been eating curry since he was a kid. So help him, he wasn't a kid anymore. He could handle it now.

And drink a lot of water.

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"Is not milk a better drink when you are eating something very spicy?" Raven asked.

She didn't have a lot of experience with spicy food, since surprise surprise, Azarathian food was fairly simple. But she thought she'd been told that once before.

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"... Probably," Jono admitted. "But good luck keeping Joni's face out of my glass if there's milk involved, too."

Much as he loved his cat, he was not sharing his dinner with her. It just wasn't going to happen.