[After setting down the glasses around the same time she set down the bowl, he just looks at her before he sits down and reaches for the spoon. It's just soup, yet it's hard to deny that there's a different feeling to it when he actually knows who the cook is and even more when she made it for him.
Of course it's all just passing thoughts as he silently blows on the hot liquid, already catching the flavorful aroma before taking it to his mouth. There's only the slightest rise of his brows at the taste and he takes another spoonful before he finally speaks out.]
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Of course it's all just passing thoughts as he silently blows on the hot liquid, already catching the flavorful aroma before taking it to his mouth. There's only the slightest rise of his brows at the taste and he takes another spoonful before he finally speaks out.]
It's good. Did you use some herbs...basil?