[She could tell he was kind of avoiding answering the question, but then could she really fault him. After all, given what his actual identity was, the less people knew about him the better. She'd been asking out of friendliness, but there was no way for him to be assured of that.]
Fine. No dietary restriction? I hope you like pork.
[She left him with another drink as she went to the kitchen, where she busied herself for about forty-five minutes before she brought back too earthenware pots on a tray, one for him and one for her, full of Char Sui barbecue pork belly over rice. There was also a plate of greens and two bowls of soup.]
no subject
Fine. No dietary restriction? I hope you like pork.
[She left him with another drink as she went to the kitchen, where she busied herself for about forty-five minutes before she brought back too earthenware pots on a tray, one for him and one for her, full of Char Sui barbecue pork belly over rice. There was also a plate of greens and two bowls of soup.]
It's lucky for you I had a shift today.