Is he hallucinating? How is this a conversation they are having at the moment? He is now left to consider the bleak and bland experience that has been Dirk's entire relationship with popotoes. Of course gravy does its part, as it ever does, but it is meant to be a complement to the popotoes, not carry the food entirely in terms of flavor.
Mayhap he will endeavor to serve him proper popotoes sometime. Direly does he need it, really. Not that Hades gets much of a chance to say as much before the waiter has returned with their drinks, Hades' mouth pursing to a thin line as his tea is placed before him, and Dirk's beverage of choice before him.
As he looks to the two of them, Hades smiles politely before requesting a few more minutes. Not because he thinks Dirk hasn't decided, but merely because he's uncertain if he can idly sit here with this new bit of information jostling around inside of his skull. He knew Dirk's circumstances were...dire back whence he came, but to continue on, suffering in ignorance, was unacceptable.
With a polite nod, the waiter aways, and Hades snaps his attention back to Dirk.
"—Truly? No salt, no pepper, rosemary, smoked paprika, sage, thyme, saffron?"
The list could go on, but he figures Dirk has the idea.
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Is he hallucinating? How is this a conversation they are having at the moment? He is now left to consider the bleak and bland experience that has been Dirk's entire relationship with popotoes. Of course gravy does its part, as it ever does, but it is meant to be a complement to the popotoes, not carry the food entirely in terms of flavor.
Mayhap he will endeavor to serve him proper popotoes sometime. Direly does he need it, really. Not that Hades gets much of a chance to say as much before the waiter has returned with their drinks, Hades' mouth pursing to a thin line as his tea is placed before him, and Dirk's beverage of choice before him.
As he looks to the two of them, Hades smiles politely before requesting a few more minutes. Not because he thinks Dirk hasn't decided, but merely because he's uncertain if he can idly sit here with this new bit of information jostling around inside of his skull. He knew Dirk's circumstances were...dire back whence he came, but to continue on, suffering in ignorance, was unacceptable.
With a polite nod, the waiter aways, and Hades snaps his attention back to Dirk.
"—Truly? No salt, no pepper, rosemary, smoked paprika, sage, thyme, saffron?"
The list could go on, but he figures Dirk has the idea.