Mmmhmm.
The panko cracked. Inside was warm cheese. No. Multiple cheeses melded into a single creamy molten interior that pulled in a thin stretch from the bite to my lips as I drew back.
“I hope you enjoy.” Nyomi turned to Reo who still had not tried his bite just yet. “First, we have aged cheddar.”
Reo groaned like an idiot.
“Gruyère rolled in behind it.”
“Oh yes!” Reo wiggled his head.
I widened my eyes.
“And don’t forget the fontina.”
“And now I agree with Hiro.” Reo bobbed his head. “We’re getting married.”
I raised my eyebrows not sure if the whiskey from my shot had intoxicated him or if he was just getting high off the list of cheeses.
The twins grabbed bites from the same tray at the same moment, bit in unison, and then nodded. “Perfect!”
“All that with a bit of Parmigiano-Reggiano should make it yummy yummy in your tummies.” Nyomi ate hers.
“Yes!” Reo raised his skewers in the air. “To the Heart!”
I frowned. “Just fucking eat them.”
Reo laughed and ate two spheres together, the whole time munching and moaning like some drug addict that just got their fix. This was absolutely un-Roar-like behavior. Thankfully, no one else but us witnessed it.
Grumbling, I ate more of mine.
Around me, the Claws were having their own reactions.
Daisuke had a skewer in each hand. "I don’t usually like cheese but this is good."
Some of the melted cheese dripped on Toma’s purple jacket and he scooped it up and ate it. “Mmmhmm.”
“All forgiven,” Hiro muttered through a mouth full of cheese.
When Reo finished his skewers, he glanced at the waitress still next to him holding a tray full. “Stay with me the whole party.”
She nodded. “Yes, sir.”
Reo took his fourth skewer.
Kaede had somehow acquired a small napkin and was eating his in tiny measured bites. "Delicious.”
"Eat it, Kaede." Toma had moved on to his third. "Stop writing a review in your head."
"I am taking my time and tasting it."
"You are annoying."
Minutes later, Nyomi lifted both arms. "Twins, help me down, please."
Aki and Yuki did not hesitate. They moved together, hands at her waist and her arms, lifting her cleanly off the marble surface and setting her on the floor in one smooth motion. As she came down, the slit of her dress rode high enough that I caught the temporary dragon tattoo curling up the outside of her thigh.
Yeah. I’ll get my artist flown to the island to make that happen.
