Paragon

⊰❉⊱ 19 ⊰❉⊱

"Fletcher. How many people did you think were having dinner besides me?" Quinn, asked incredulously looking at the vast containers inside the paper bags.

I reassessed the contents. I'd simply ordered one of everything in case she had preference. Were mortals not selective about their food? It did crowd the low table in the living room quite a bit...

"Well, now you can select what you want." I said simply.

"That's what a menu is for." She palmed her face and laughed.

I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose. "I haven't used a menu properly in a hundred years."

She was still laughing even when she started plucking out various different cuisines with a grin. I cautiously took a seat at the other end of the large L sofa.

"Crispy seaweed oh my god." She groaned, pulling out a disturbingly dark green substance.

"You can eat that?"

"What else would they give it to you for?" Quinn smirked, as she flicked a much more luscious set of green irises on me. It wasn't marginally comparable to that hideous food.

"Decoration." I uttered dryly.

She looked more curiously at me. "Surely people would start to notice you don't eat or drink anything?"

"I eat and drink things all the time." I told her honestly. Her eyes widened. "I just have to see them again at the end of the day."

"Okay, that was exactly what I didn't need to hear before I eat." She concluded, cutting her eyes back to a square box and securing a pair of chop sticks. I chuckled and leant my arms back over the chair.

"What is your favourite?"

She sank a mouthful of noodles into her mouth and nodded. Then finally looked to me with a raised eyebrow. "Thai or Vietnamese. I can never decide."

"Interesting."

"What about you–errr never mind." She correctly quickly, turning back to the vegetable soaked noodles.

I smiled darkly in return. Then leant forward to rest my elbows on my knees as I watched her. She caught my eye suspiciously.

"I'm looking at it."

"That's not funny." She said around several noodles.

I grinned. "Such a professional lawyer yet a complete lack of manners outside the office."

She rolled her eyes and set down the chopsticks. "I know how to entertain clients, detective. You aren't one of them. Besides, I don't need to impress you–you already are impressed."

I scoffed.

She smirked.

She was right.

"Tell me something." I began, watching her pick up another box and pluck out the contents.

"I'm all ears."

"Do you ever go on any of the adventures you send your parents on?" I asked, interested in the way she so casually relaxed in the home of an immortal predator.

Her gaze cut back to me quickly. She swallowed and brought a napkin up to her mouth. Her full lips. I focused on her eyes again.

"Sometimes. I suppose not as much as I'd like to."

"Is it your work?"

She seemed to consider this for far longer than was necessary. Something was hidden in that far away look and I wanted to know the secrets behind it. I let her take a few more moments when I was sure she wouldn't say anything, she spoke.