Samson grinned. It was always a little silly how people from New Orleans talked about gumbo - as if it were a religion. But it kinda of was. There were as many gumbo recipes as there were families back in the Big Sleazy and unlike differences in politics or religion, differences about gumbos actually mattered. Feuds were fought over it, prizes were awarded.
He saw that same spark of pride in Marie's eyes.
"Alright," Samson purred as he handed her recent purchase. "I'll come by some time, sample from your dish." A grin as mysterious as the Cheshire Cat's. "What was the name of your parents' restaurant?"