Syx turned over one of the clear ravioli on the plate, humming in interest, “Another difference between them, then. Wayne could cook, but it wasn’t a passion from what I could tell,” not that Wayne really ever opened up much to him. But he didn’t want to focus on that heartbreak with when he had a wonderful man sitting across from him. He smirked, “I am in awe of your’s skill then. It must take a strong man to keep cooking under a lustful blue gaze.”
“Also, most of this has made sense in one way or another… but why is the wine growing?” Syx queried, watching Harrison study the wine glass.
Watching the subtle shift in facial expressions, the look in Harrison’s eyes as he spoke… Syx wanted to see the man work. Wanted to see the look in his eyes as he discovered the solution to a problem. To see his face transform in frustration and delight and concentration. That and all the other fun that began to invade his thoughts at the idea of haveing a sexy blue man beside him in a workshop. While the villain was all about workshop safety… a perfect height lab table was a wonderful thing… as his thoughts wandered, he ran his thumb idly over the rim of his own glass, his green eyes hooded from his imaginings.
“It seems to be a sprig of basil ….” Harrison mused. Normally he would be more polite than this, but he figures he is out with a blue man who is just as curious as himself. Ah well, manners be dammed. He takes his knife, unused so far in the meal, and sticks it in the glass. He pokes the burgundy bottom and is surprised to find it is quite firm. A little grin crosses his face and he claps like Devin does when he succeeds at something brand new. Oh he does so love things that are clever and this, this is quite clever!
“The basil isn’t growing, its merely suspended by the stem in a gelatin,” he explains, looking up at Syx as though he just remembered the other man was still there. “I wonder what it tastes like. I suppose it depends on the wine…” He gingerly picked it up the glass and takes a tentative sip. “Hmmmm…. Not too old a vintage but …. the basil adds a little… brightness. And the gel might have a touch of…. cardamom. And something sweet. Maybe its cranberry or…. beet.”
Syx peered into his own glass, “Basil? Really?” he frowned thoughtfully at it. He was far from a wine connoisseur. He usually drank what was cheap or what Uncle Freddy recommended. He sniffed the drink experimentally, “What are they going for with this?”
Watching Harrison proved to be far more entertaining. His face split in a wide grin at seeing that happy clap. Green eyes dancing as he drops his chin into the palm of his hand, elbow braced on the table, “You’re adorable.”
“Sweet is good…” Syx took a sip himself, pursing his lips, “Very… odd.”
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