Time: after meeting with Livingston
Place: Street and Oceanside Mediterranean Deli
Open/Closed: Closed
Actors: Jacob/CMZ, Paragon
Paragon:
"Well then, Jacob, let me set you up on a blind date. Just one if you want, but I think you will want to go on others. Some women, you know, can't have babies." She smiled, hoping he would understand that she had a specific woman in mind for him.
Let me think about it, he says with a resigned sigh.
Just know that if she is a woman who wouldn't have given me the time of day before this, he waves his hand in front of his face,
it likely won't go well. I won't go for someone who is impressed with my new appearance only.
Right then, Touria appears, holding a tray of a selection of foods: with baba ganouje, with pitas, and greek salads as appetizers, skewers of shish kebab, shish taouk, and shish kofta (two skewers of each for both of them), falafel with tahini sauce, saffron rice, fried tomato and onion, and dessert, the smells are positively mouth watering. Each dessert consists of a plate with a scoop of a golden yellow ice cream sprinkled with a mixture if crushed pistachios and rose petals sitting atop a soft, crumbly, fudge like halva.
Touria points out each dish, explaining about how it's made. The kebab with lamb, taouk with chicken, the kofta with beef. The falafel made from mashed chickpeas, batter-dipped and fried, while the tahini is made from sesame. The baba ganouje is made from roasted eggplant, lemon juice, olive oil, tahini, and her mother's soecial blend of seasonings. The ice cream had been made with saffron, while the halva consists solely of tahini and maple syrup.
"Bon apetit," she says, and then stands waiting. Josh chuckles.
You realize we're only here for lunch, he says with a slight shake of his head. Touria beams. "That is why we have take-out containers."
Fair enough," Josh replies as he tears off a piece from one of the pitas to dip in the baba ganouje.
That's also why we have a refrigerator at the station. Peace.