"Houses are all... big and... full of halls and crap. I don't know. Something about not having everything where I can see it freaks me out a little," Artan said with a shrug, and then his smile tilted again at her near-compliment. "It's better to be one step and three states ahead of everyone looking for you, I figure. Keeps things uncomplicated." He shouldered the door to the restaurant open, and the smell of cajun spices and seafood wafted through. He grinned - at least THIS was the same.
"I don't know if you've ever been here. I'd think you would have been, you grew up in this city and Henri was the one who turned me onto this place. But they really do make the best damn jambalaya."