Theo gave the chef a wide smile. "That special sounds -- and smells -- fantastic. I'm just hankering for some good food, to be frank, not anything in particular."
His eyes lingered on the cooking dish, and he grabbed the nearest seat, leaning towards the stove as if the aroma were a physical force. Lunch had been meager, breakfast nonexistent. And he had nothing to trade for dinner, but he very much hoped that the chef wouldn't think of that little question. At least, not until the fish was already in Theo's stomach.
