Re: sushi-time: adrian, patrick, lou
Lou didn't look as he remembered her, and of course not. His memories of her face were a fuzzy composition of someone who had felt like a grown woman to him at eight years old. As an adult, he could appreciate her as a tall drink of water, elegant in a down and dirty way. She was tough and lean under her clothes when he hugged her. "I ordered something called...I think it's called a fish mountain?" he said, following immediately with, "That's a lie, but that's the first dish on the menu at my sushi restaurant."
He had the same dark eyes of the very quiet boy he'd been, especially in adult company. With friendly grownups, he could be outgoing and giggly. Not around his mother, though, or around his nanny. His ease was different, but there was still the air of that quiet person clinging. It made itself known when he sat and dipped toward his sake, cup for a moment.
It had been a while since Adrian and Patrick had been face to face without Newt in the room. It was nice to see his brother outside any other context, just as his brother, just as himself. The backup was appreciated, since he had no idea what reconnecting with Lou might look like, but he was also just glad to see him. His smiled a little wider when Patrick rolled in. He gave him a half hug with a pat on the back as he sat down beside him. "There is so much white rice in sushi. Anyone can get full eating carb balls." He gestured to the sake beside him. "I didn't order for you because I actually don't know what you drink. Besides beer. What do you drink?"