"The Bazaar, for now," Theo answered Darius between large bites of food. He could feel the burn of the spices start to clear out his sinuses, and shook his head a little at the sensation. A drink of water followed before he spoke again.
"Busy as well?" Speaking of grueling hours and work ethic, Theo wondered how much Darius was likely to take off for himself. Not that he was going to voice the opinion here and now, but it was likely Darius needed time off even more than he did. But he was a grown man, and as such, Theo suspected he could make his own damn life choices without being nagged. After all, that's what his mother was for.