Mar 22, 2014
"Oh uh, looks like they mixed up our order. That one is mine."
He glances at the man standing before him before his eyes flicker over to the empty table next to him. There’s a piping bowl of potato soup coming from it. Of course, who else would go to a restaurant and order potato soup other than him? So Lon’qu clears his throat and gives the stranger a small nod, rising from his seat and moving to place the dish on his table on the stranger’s, taking back the bowl of potato soup without a word.
And then he sits down, silent, goes back to eat.
