"Are we looking for something to compliment the wine, or do we care?" he asks, letting a mocking shade of snobbery thread its way into the question; all that Yale, all that privilege. He lets it drop, breathing out another laugh. "We don't care, do we, Stern?"
Darlington pushes his way up from the couch, padding back into the kitchen and opening the drawer they use to store all the various menus from places around the city. "Haven't gotten anything from that Indian place downtown in a while," he suggests, shuffling through the brightly-colored stack of papers in search of options. "Or there's always your favorite place, near the boardwalk."
When he'd learned it was her favorite, he can't recall; just that he hasn't forgotten that it is.
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Date: 2019-11-16 11:48 pm (UTC)Darlington pushes his way up from the couch, padding back into the kitchen and opening the drawer they use to store all the various menus from places around the city. "Haven't gotten anything from that Indian place downtown in a while," he suggests, shuffling through the brightly-colored stack of papers in search of options. "Or there's always your favorite place, near the boardwalk."
When he'd learned it was her favorite, he can't recall; just that he hasn't forgotten that it is.