She settled into her chair and thought about that. "I like seafood. At least, I do here. I never much cared for it at home. I know that makes me un-British, but fish and chips are just... gross. But I like curry, too. I don't know," she shrugged. "I'll get the sausage I think, and you can get seafood and try each others if you like. That way, we don't have to worry if one of us is more garlicy than the other," she teased, wrinkling her nose.
Especially since she hadn't brought a toothbrush. Or clean clothes. Well, maybe in the morning he'd lend her a teeshirt. Then she could continue to smell him. She loved that after a night of sex. It had always been the best part. Although she had a feeling that the sex would be the best part with Jackson. At least if his performance at the club was anything to go by.