“That’s...” Nick trailed off, figuring Fisher was only joking about what she’d eaten. Or maybe she wasn’t. Either way, not his business. He gave a shrug and continued eating contentedly.
Slurping a noodle, he nodded and reached for the napkin. “You’re right. How’d you know that?” Nick dabbed at his chin before reaching for the pumpkin drink. The lemon smell of whatever Fisher had used on her hands wasn’t unpleasant, but it did bring Nick’s attention back to her. He remembered why he was there and slowed his eating just a bit. She’d done her part and provided the delicious pumpkin dishes. He’d have to do his end.