Re: Warning: Incoming Food Porn
The first sensation Drake felt was relief, followed by a redoubling of the warm and fraternal feelings he had experienced before in the bar. He gets it. He understands. And he doesn't look down on me or think of me as some pathetic kid.
The remark about "Ultramar pauldron polisher" confused him temporarily, but he quickly remembered the huge pauldrons on Ragnar's armor as well as two disdainful mentions of "Ultramarines" - that must be it. He smiled with a slight touch of eagerness; he knows a fellow rebel when he sees one.
"Yeah, you should've seen how wound up I got the Prof and Summers. One time, Chuck said the only way he could get me to do something is tell me not to do it," he mentioned as his smile became a proud smirk. He then took another large mouthful of the sauce-drenched fillet; the anxiety in his stomach had all but evaporated and was now replaced with an easy sense of comfort. His meal had nearly been finished.
"Well, if you ever want someone to show you around New York City, just call me," he said as he reached into his jacket pocket and produced a business card; the card was blue on one side and black on the other with silver writing. "I don't think you'd be able to fit into the rides at Coney Island though," he added with a chuckle.