So we're trading the dance floor for the wall now?
Fri Feb 3, 2017 20:01

Armaan’s stomach rumbled loudly, thankfully unintelligible over the loud music. He should have probably eaten a bit more than a Caesar salad for dinner, but the house elves were so good at making it that he hadn’t wanted anything else at the time. Rookie mistake. He wasn’t sure what exactly they did to make it so tasty. Added anchovies, maybe? Or was it a lack of anchovies? Maybe the ratio of lettuce to dressing? His mom was a terrible cook, she herself admitted to it, and so coming to RMI had been like…like…well he couldn't think of a good comparison at the moment but it had been awesome. Though he had to admit Sonia could be a good cook too, at least when she followed the recipes and didn’t set everything on fire.

Armaan’s stomach rumbled once more. He could really go for a burger. Or pizza. Or more Caesar salad, because honestly it was that good. As he spun around dramatically in what was supposed to be a dance move, he saw that there was only a smattering of food left at the party. Whatever. That was fine. He’d made it a point to keep snacks around in his room for exactly these sorts of situations. Though it was probably worth checking if the house elves had some extra salad in the kitchen. The thing is, I’m not even a salad kind of guy! The Finer Diner’s Caesar salad was the only salad the sixth-year would eat. He didn’t even like fruit salad, and that didn’t really even count a salad! It annoyed his mom to no end because he didn’t really eat vegetables anyway and salads were so simple to make.

He’d spent an undue amount of thought on the subject in the past, and Armaan felt he’d finally figured out the reason he didn’t like the leafy greens and dressing combo: Way back when they used to live in Los Angeles, he’d ended up getting a “kid’s salad” as part of a meal at Bakers Square. He didn’t really want to eat it, but his dad has complained about how “there are poor kids in the world who don’t get any food to eat” and he’d been forced to finish it. He’d then gotten a stomach bug – he wasn’t sure from what, but had convinced himself it was the salad out of spite – and had unfortunately thrown up his entire meal. That had been ten years ago. I guess it’s true – time heals all wounds...sort of.

He drew his attention back to Nick, resolutely setting his thoughts of salad aside in time to hear the tail-end of what the older boy had been saying. “Same here,” Armaan grinned, suddenly aware that Nick had moved closer, “this party is pretty great.”

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