"So, I know a place that delivers 'round the clock here in town. Cajun food. You like spicy stuff, darlin'? I'll order some jambalaya. On the house, you're already pouring a pretty big chunk of money into this." He actually was in the mood for it, for once. He loved spicy food, and seafood.
He loved food.
Artan grinned wide, "If not, I've got a zillion menus like, right over there by the phone. Feel free to see what looks edible. Ask if you don't know what something is."
He took a drag of his cigarette and proceeded to stretch out. He was happy he finally had a place of his own, although he missed being on the road. He loved being back in Louisiana, but he missed Henri. The man was like a father to him, and he wanted to see him once again. That old fart wasn't going to miss his wedding if he could do anything about it - even if he had to postpone the wedding until they were out of the alternate universe or Henri came to this one. Any Henri.