⌛ 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
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.
Kinn couldn't disagree there! "Yes, it is a lot of planning, but it'll be worth it so see the smile on Porsche's face."
That's all Kinn cared about. The preparations for this wedding were annoying, but it was going to be grand to see Porsche dressed up with a white crown on his head. For that, he couldn't wait.
"If things were like with normal people, would you have gone the traditional route?"
Right. Because Mafia boys were never whipped by their significant others. Kinn smirks, nodding. "Fair enough. But, let's say you wanted to go traditional. What would be your top priorities?"
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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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That's all Kinn cared about. The preparations for this wedding were annoying, but it was going to be grand to see Porsche dressed up with a white crown on his head. For that, he couldn't wait.
"If things were like with normal people, would you have gone the traditional route?"
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But actually yes, if Pete wanted that.
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