[ Shit. Geralt couldn't help but look positively charmed. Wasn't common for people to take his opinion for its own sake, without also being told he was a Witcher or the Butcher or Blaviken or some other tripe. He blinked a second before continuing.
He spread his hands and tried to give his honest best. ]
Potato and cheese, usually. Served in this... sour-cream sauce, finely minced green onions over top. Not much to look at, and all pretty humble stuff. But when it's made even half-decent, and you bite into that softness, part creamy, part sharp--
It's like stepping out of cold rain and into a warm blanket. Like the best, biggest hug you've ever had. Like waking up slow and warm and curled against someone you like, and realizing that there's nowhere you need to go and nothing you need to be doing.
Not any better or worse with wine than most food, I guess. I usually take something harder... but they said a cafe doesn't usually have liquor, so. [ He smiled, and shrugged. ] Not gonna turn my nose up at free wine.
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He spread his hands and tried to give his honest best. ]
Potato and cheese, usually. Served in this... sour-cream sauce, finely minced green onions over top. Not much to look at, and all pretty humble stuff. But when it's made even half-decent, and you bite into that softness, part creamy, part sharp--
It's like stepping out of cold rain and into a warm blanket. Like the best, biggest hug you've ever had. Like waking up slow and warm and curled against someone you like, and realizing that there's nowhere you need to go and nothing you need to be doing.
Not any better or worse with wine than most food, I guess. I usually take something harder... but they said a cafe doesn't usually have liquor, so. [ He smiled, and shrugged. ] Not gonna turn my nose up at free wine.