"More for the rest of us." JP replied, finally deciding to just pile as many dumplings as he could onto the container that held the lo mien and rice, then leaned back against the couch cushion, leaning his feet on the table away from the food, crossing his legs at the ankle. Much easier.
"There are still some places who do things like that, I hear. I mean, I wouldn't recommend those poor girls doing it in the middle of winter, but it would be fun to see. I'd just hope that the food would be as good as the novelty." Whenever he associated food with novelty, he always thought about the time he'd eaten blowfish and decided he wasn't going to do that again. Not for the fact that it was dangerous, but it just didn't taste good. At all.