"Oh man, it's so good," Isaiah told her, animating more now that they were on a subject that didn't make him feel slightly ill at times. "It's like...spicy and hearty, and there's more smoked, or grilled, or fried meat than you can shake a stick at. And then there's dessert. Which is practically required. You could probably come to our house for dinner sometime, Jesse loves to cook and he always makes enough to feed the neighborhood." The invite slipped out before he could stop himself, but he didn't take it back. It'd be fine. He was pretty sure.