[ He's told her about his take on Pile `Em Up before, but this is the first time he's telling her the name, and it's with a surprised raise of her brows that she looks at him— not laughing, not judging, neither amused nor declaring it cute but surprised nonetheless, finding the fairytale quality of the name somewhat romantic in its own way. As for the Sumeru cuisine, it's entirely new to her, and she's impressed that he's gone to the effort to cook something so remote, even if he worries it may not be entirely to her taste.
Everything looks amazing, and while the bite-sized pastries he called samosas seems particularly so (what can she say, there's nothing like a buttery, flaky crust), the only correct thing to do in her mind is to try his own favored dish first, especially when he's promised before now to make it for her. And so she reaches to the plate sitting in front of her, cutting a small slice out of the meal before placing it in her mouth.
The robust starch of the potato, and the distinct sharpness of the delicately-cut cheese make for a perfect complement to the medium-seared ribs, allowing the umami flavor of the meat to come through in a way neither over nor underpowered; the small bite practically melts on her tongue and Eula closes her eyes in content as she swallows, a soft hum of pleasure on her lips. Her eyes open again and without a word she cuts another small bite to eat, only speaking once the second piece joins the first: ]
This is magnificent, Diluc... I had no idea you could cook so well.
[ Yet another point in his favor, another thing that makes him far too attractive in her (admittedly biased) view. ]
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Everything looks amazing, and while the bite-sized pastries he called samosas seems particularly so (what can she say, there's nothing like a buttery, flaky crust), the only correct thing to do in her mind is to try his own favored dish first, especially when he's promised before now to make it for her. And so she reaches to the plate sitting in front of her, cutting a small slice out of the meal before placing it in her mouth.
The robust starch of the potato, and the distinct sharpness of the delicately-cut cheese make for a perfect complement to the medium-seared ribs, allowing the umami flavor of the meat to come through in a way neither over nor underpowered; the small bite practically melts on her tongue and Eula closes her eyes in content as she swallows, a soft hum of pleasure on her lips. Her eyes open again and without a word she cuts another small bite to eat, only speaking once the second piece joins the first: ]
This is magnificent, Diluc... I had no idea you could cook so well.
[ Yet another point in his favor, another thing that makes him far too attractive in her (admittedly biased) view. ]