⌛ Who: Jiang Cheng, Anakinn Theerapanyakul and YOU ⌛ What: Anything and everything around the kingdoms ⌛ When: January ⌛ Where: Nippon! ⌛ Warnings: Will be listed in subject header as needed
Was Kinn actually taking him out to eat? Why, is the question burning in his mind. Sure, they're getting on well enough, but that's no reason to go out of their way to spend time together. Right? Well, free food is free food and it's nice to not be the one cooking every now and then.
"You come here often?" He seemed to know the menu pretty well, so it was a valid question. Vegas shoved his hands into his coat pockets and followed along as they approached. Well, the scent of food wafting on the air smelled good and Vegas could, indeed, get the sense of spice from that alone.
"I've been here a few times," Kinn admitted. "Wanyin's sister runs it, actually. She said one time that our food wasn't spicy enough for her so I wanted to see what she meant. Turns out this is just as good as Thai-Nippon spices basically suck."
Once within the establishment, they were seated and offered menus that were one page apiece. Kinn looked his over and then waited for Vegas to pick something as he requested tea.
Vegas can't hide the way he bristles at that. Their food... That meant his food, things he poured his heart into to provide for his nearest and dearest. The disrespect! Cooking, for Vegas, is an act of love.
Well, he's certainly less happy once they get inside with this new knowledge. He's already prepared to be unimpressed with whatever dish he ends up with. "Tea's fine. Oolong."
Kinn watched Vegas as they were seated, his features scrutinizing. "Vegas. Unless you're wooing Madame Jin--Jiang? I don't know how they deal with marriage names and family names. But I wouldn't put any stock in it. I like your food."
Kinn didn't expect anyone else to understand what food meant to Vegas. And felt he should remind his cousin that, too. Kinn remained polite, indicating that they would both take Oolong.
"So unless you're trying to get me into bed, don't worry too much about it."
"Don't be disgusting, I'll lose my appetite," he stated, wrinkling up his nose. He huffed quietly. Kinn should know better. Food wasn't about wooing at all... Or else someone needs to warn the whole of their family unit.
"Besides, you should know by now I've never once went after a woman in my life." At least he can try to make light of this insult.
Kinn made a 'that's fair' expression. "Sounds about right for this generation of the family." Though, he had no clue what gender Macau would go after once the hormones really kicked in. It didn't matter, anyway.
When the server returned with tea, Kinn put his order in for a meal. It was the spiciest item they had on the menu and he waited to see if Vegas would follow or go 'tame' out of spite. But while the server was present, Kinn saw no need to discuss anything. Old habit, but it served him well enough: You don't talk about business, family or otherwise when the staff were around. At least not his own staff.
Please do not bring up Macau dating. His precious little brother is too dumb of ass to even consider such a thing!
Vegas flicked his eyes over the menu and set it aside. He ordered the lotus root and pork rib soup and the hot dry noodles. Let's see if this old-timey Chinese woman's cooking could impress him.
He didn't mind the server being there to hear him say blandly, "You know, cousin, Thai food is widely considered to be the spiciest cuisine in the world."
Kinn lifted one brow at the statement but went along with it. "Of course it is. How else do we keep cool in such a hot climate? Of course, in the northern parts, I did hear that the tarantulas and crickets are chile dusted before they're cooked."
And Kinn would prefer keeping the bugs in the northern parts, too.
"Gross." He doesn't want to think about Pete chewing on insects, please and thanks. Being a country bumpkin from the North was bad enough without that, too.
"They weren't bad. But I wouldn't eat them on the regular unless I absolutely had to."
Kinn didn't want to slide back to the time lost in the woods where he and Porsche were trying to find food to keep themselves alive. If they hadn't been able to catch fish, he's certain they'd be eating bugs.
At least Kinns's being realistic. He knows if a situation arose where he absolutely had to eat insects, he would. Vegas would probably let himself starve like a total idiot.
"No, that they aren't. But I'm sure if there's a food stall that has them, Porsche will find them. And then we won't see him and Pete for an afternoon."
Eventually the server came back with the food and Kinn thanked them for the soup he had ordered. Looking back over to Vegas, he took the spoon and waited a moment. "You're still eating, right?
"It takes more than that to spoil my appetite." Have you forgotten that he basically used to torture people for a living, cousin? Vegas pulled his bowl of soup closer and took a sip. He was expecting something powerfully spicy but... No. The soup is actually mildly sweet due to the lotus root which complements the natural salts of the pork rib.
Kinn paused after the first mouthful, his brow furrowing. And then he set the spoon down, giving Vegas a look. "This...isn't what I had last time," he confessed. "It's not bad, but I thought it would have been the same."
"It's not surprising. Rak bua is naturally sweet. I make a mean Chinese-style lotus root stir fry. I'll make it for you sometime." The key was to balance the sweetness of the lotus root with the savory flavor of the meat so they complement, not overpower one another.
"This is good. Well-cooked. The lotus root has the texture of a boiled potato, which is just right. What did you have?"
"It was much like this only the broth had the chile flakes and oil," Kinn answered, still feeling a bit foolish that he was going to have the same dish as before. He questioned whether or not he would ever patron this place again. But as he heard Vegas offering something else up, he nodded to his cousin. "I would love to try it out. They have to have a lotus source around here if they can make dishes like this all the time."
"I'll make it after you and Porsche get married. It'll be your first meal as married people." He gave a knowing look and smiled. That would give him time to figure out where to get the lotus roots. In a place like this, it shouldn't be terribly hard to find.
And that was when Vegas got the dopiest, shit-eating grin from Kinn. He was going to get married to the love of his life here and important people were here to witness that. He couldn't be upset about that at all!
"I'm going to hold you to it," Kinn said shrewdly, pointing his spoon in Vegas' direction.
"Better let Porsche know your wedding feast is already decided," he droned with a little sarcasm. There'd be more than just the stir fry, he could promise that much. "You should talk to the Fae about a cake. They probably know all the best bakers in Nippon by now."
"I'm sure they do." But a wedding feast by Vegas' hands was definitely something that wasn't going to be scorned. His expression took on a serious turn. "Thank you. Now I know why you eloped. You'd never have as excellent a feast."
Kinn would have never been able to pull it off. He was a Mafia heir, not a sou chef.
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"You come here often?" He seemed to know the menu pretty well, so it was a valid question. Vegas shoved his hands into his coat pockets and followed along as they approached. Well, the scent of food wafting on the air smelled good and Vegas could, indeed, get the sense of spice from that alone.
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Once within the establishment, they were seated and offered menus that were one page apiece. Kinn looked his over and then waited for Vegas to pick something as he requested tea.
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Well, he's certainly less happy once they get inside with this new knowledge. He's already prepared to be unimpressed with whatever dish he ends up with. "Tea's fine. Oolong."
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Kinn didn't expect anyone else to understand what food meant to Vegas. And felt he should remind his cousin that, too. Kinn remained polite, indicating that they would both take Oolong.
"So unless you're trying to get me into bed, don't worry too much about it."
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"Besides, you should know by now I've never once went after a woman in my life." At least he can try to make light of this insult.
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When the server returned with tea, Kinn put his order in for a meal. It was the spiciest item they had on the menu and he waited to see if Vegas would follow or go 'tame' out of spite. But while the server was present, Kinn saw no need to discuss anything. Old habit, but it served him well enough: You don't talk about business, family or otherwise when the staff were around. At least not his own staff.
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Vegas flicked his eyes over the menu and set it aside. He ordered the lotus root and pork rib soup and the hot dry noodles. Let's see if this old-timey Chinese woman's cooking could impress him.
He didn't mind the server being there to hear him say blandly, "You know, cousin, Thai food is widely considered to be the spiciest cuisine in the world."
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And Kinn would prefer keeping the bugs in the northern parts, too.
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"Ah, they're not so bad. When they're all dried up and crunchy, you can pretend they're spiced chips or something."
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"Porsche made you eat some, didn't he?" There's no other reason in the world.
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Kinn didn't want to slide back to the time lost in the woods where he and Porsche were trying to find food to keep themselves alive. If they hadn't been able to catch fish, he's certain they'd be eating bugs.
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"At least bugs aren't on the menu today."
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Eventually the server came back with the food and Kinn thanked them for the soup he had ordered. Looking back over to Vegas, he took the spoon and waited a moment. "You're still eating, right?
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"This is good. Well-cooked. The lotus root has the texture of a boiled potato, which is just right. What did you have?"
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"I'm going to hold you to it," Kinn said shrewdly, pointing his spoon in Vegas' direction.
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Kinn would have never been able to pull it off. He was a Mafia heir, not a sou chef.
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