[See, the metaphor is rather apt. Konoha's amusement is contagious — she's radiant when laughing. Nikolai finds himself smiling around his fork as he eats another bite of pheasant.
It seems that Konoha had documented her adventures that night, much like he had. His collection of "evidence", though, contains a few photos that shouldn't be shared in polite company...or in any company, honestly... As he waits for her to show him the next picture, he tries the greens. Everything is flavorful, different from anything he's had back home. Although there are some hints reminiscent of Shu cuisine, Konoha's cooking has a distinct quality to it.
—Oh, Saints, she's choking.
Nikolai is out of his seat at once — before he's even realized that he intends to stand. It's the dragon's protective instincts pushing him, like wind beneath wings. Coming around the table, he thumps at her back with his palm to encourage her to cough up the wayward bit of food. Somehow, his other hand finds its way to...her waist, just to steady her.]
I need to work on being less entertaining... Are you all right, Konoha?
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It seems that Konoha had documented her adventures that night, much like he had. His collection of "evidence", though, contains a few photos that shouldn't be shared in polite company...or in any company, honestly... As he waits for her to show him the next picture, he tries the greens. Everything is flavorful, different from anything he's had back home. Although there are some hints reminiscent of Shu cuisine, Konoha's cooking has a distinct quality to it.
—Oh, Saints, she's choking.
Nikolai is out of his seat at once — before he's even realized that he intends to stand. It's the dragon's protective instincts pushing him, like wind beneath wings. Coming around the table, he thumps at her back with his palm to encourage her to cough up the wayward bit of food. Somehow, his other hand finds its way to...her waist, just to steady her.]
I need to work on being less entertaining... Are you all right, Konoha?