Jean felt a bit bashful at Kanatus’ words, and he was happy to know that he couldn’t heart the sound of his heart beat pounding like a drum in his chest. How was it that in one breath Kanatus could be so harsh and cruel and in the next make Jean want to melt into a puddle of goo on the floor? The man claimed to have no experience in romance, yet he certainly knew exactly what to say. But that was something Jean wasn’t sure he’d like to question.
Jean studied the plate as it was settled before him. It smelled delicious and he recognized most of the food items on the plate but he pointed to the poronkaristy with the tongs is fork. “Oh, what’s this?”


