10-12-2014, 12:06 PM
The arrival of the food was well received by Drayson. The smell of it quickly filled the room, reminding him of how little he had eaten that day, and of the meal he had missed out on at the restaurant. The food was split between the two of them, and Drayson was just about to start digging in when he caught sight of Victoria setting upon her food with zeal.
He set upon his meal with equal enthusiasm, packing away every scrap of food that made up his half of the table with ease. He was a large man, after all. Her choice of late night delivery was excellent, and probably a sign that she ordered out regularly. He rarely ordered out, but that was only because he was more likely to eat out. The pub near where he lived was his main source of late-day meal.
He sipped the beer throughout, approving of the taste. It was served a bit more chilled then what he usually drank, but the German beer was brewed differently then traditional British fair. Served chilled worked for the more flavourable brew. The last sip was taken to wash down the his last bite of food, and he held the bottle up to eye the label a moment before setting it aside, "You are a marvelous cook, Victoria."
He cast her a teasing grin, then began schooling the various empty boxes of food together to help minimize the mess, then stood to deliver them to the garbage, waving for her to remain seated. "You cooked, I shall clean."
The dishes were set into the sink, and he rinsed out his empty bottle of beer before setting it aside. He would probably excuse himself for the evening after the dishes were done; he didn't want to overstay his welcome, and it was getting late. After everything she had been through recently, she would probably want to get some rest, after all.
He set upon his meal with equal enthusiasm, packing away every scrap of food that made up his half of the table with ease. He was a large man, after all. Her choice of late night delivery was excellent, and probably a sign that she ordered out regularly. He rarely ordered out, but that was only because he was more likely to eat out. The pub near where he lived was his main source of late-day meal.
He sipped the beer throughout, approving of the taste. It was served a bit more chilled then what he usually drank, but the German beer was brewed differently then traditional British fair. Served chilled worked for the more flavourable brew. The last sip was taken to wash down the his last bite of food, and he held the bottle up to eye the label a moment before setting it aside, "You are a marvelous cook, Victoria."
He cast her a teasing grin, then began schooling the various empty boxes of food together to help minimize the mess, then stood to deliver them to the garbage, waving for her to remain seated. "You cooked, I shall clean."
The dishes were set into the sink, and he rinsed out his empty bottle of beer before setting it aside. He would probably excuse himself for the evening after the dishes were done; he didn't want to overstay his welcome, and it was getting late. After everything she had been through recently, she would probably want to get some rest, after all.