He lowers into the nearest chair with the wine glass in hand and takes a drink of it. There's a reflection of his half-naked self reflected in the silver plate dome when he pulls it off the dish with his free hand. Beneath it is the meal that'd been prepared for them: expensive-looking fish that's been meticulously garnished. Maybe it's French cooking? It looks European enoughβ not that Nishikiyama had known specifics deeply enough to distinguish one from another. He'd known the basics like that paella is from Spain and tomato pastas are from Italy, but fish is just fish at the end of the day. The cuisine before him is simply too ambiguous.
He curiously takes a bite of it. ]
It's good cold.
[ Palate unrefined, Nishikiyama might even argue that it's enjoyed better at this temperature. ]
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He lowers into the nearest chair with the wine glass in hand and takes a drink of it. There's a reflection of his half-naked self reflected in the silver plate dome when he pulls it off the dish with his free hand. Beneath it is the meal that'd been prepared for them: expensive-looking fish that's been meticulously garnished. Maybe it's French cooking? It looks European enoughβ not that Nishikiyama had known specifics deeply enough to distinguish one from another. He'd known the basics like that paella is from Spain and tomato pastas are from Italy, but fish is just fish at the end of the day. The cuisine before him is simply too ambiguous.
He curiously takes a bite of it. ]
It's good cold.
[ Palate unrefined, Nishikiyama might even argue that it's enjoyed better at this temperature. ]