Thor and Bobby in: Fifty Shades of Gumbo
Thor nodded warmly at Ragnar's gesture of affirmation, and smiled when Ragnar suggested the possibility of learning his customs. "As would you, Ragnar. As would you," he replied in a steady and clear tone with a smile on his face. It was not long before the smells of all the herbs and spices began to drag him into the kitchen.
Thor assembled a large plate of crab cakes with remoulade, whilst he poured his gumbo into a tall tankard-like mug. He didn't dare to patronize Ragnar by helping the larger man; he is surely capable of performing such trivialities in spite of his recent wounding. His smile grew just that tiny bit bigger as he sat down at the table.
Meanwhile, Bobby smirked at Ragnar's resounding praise of the food. "Yeah... I'll drive upstate to eat this," the accountant replied as he nodded, "and you saw how much Remy cooked. There's enough to stuff all of us and Damon and have leftovers," he said confidently as he looked down at his gumbo with a gaze so covetous one would expect he were looking at good-quality pornography. After he took his first mouthful he closed his eyes and let the spices dance across his tongue; the onset of the heat was slow and left a tingling warmth rather than a scorched palate. The thick, meaty stew coated his mouth and throat as it descended into his stomach and settled. The shortest man in the room barely even heard the rumbling groan of satisfaction which came from the thunderer; his senses were too busy being ravished by Remy's cooking.