[It's fine. And understandable, honestly. The indecision (or lack of contribution to a decision) never really bothered him; he asks out of habit and open invitation, even when he fully expects a gruff "whatever". Anything else is a delightful surprise.
Admittedly, most days Ramon just throws a dart at the phonebook anyway. He's on a first-name basis (well...you know) with every joint that is in delivery radius, and then some -- because obviously they make an exception for Rayman. Even if they don't deliver in the first place.
The sky's the limit.
Dolph's abstract request is refreshing, rather than frustrating. He's actually giving him something to work with, and it presents an interesting puzzle to solve. He completely misses the pensive energy that Dolph is sending his way -- too preoccupied with the assignment.]
Far away...hmm.
[He swirls his own glass as he thinks, causing the ice to clink against the sides like a muted wind chime. The first thing he comes to mind is a literal interpretation of distance, which puts us at...]
Chinese? [Then, almost immediately:] --Ehh, no. There's something too metropolitan about Eden Chinese food.
[It's the same problem American Chinese food had: it's not really Chinese-Chinese food. Okay, it's not necessarily a problem; cheap Chinese food got him through a lot before Eden came around. It really satisfies a certain sort of primal craving sometimes.
He goes back to the mental drawing board. The two of them sit in relative silence as Ramon sips and thinks.
no subject
Admittedly, most days Ramon just throws a dart at the phonebook anyway. He's on a first-name basis (well...you know) with every joint that is in delivery radius, and then some -- because obviously they make an exception for Rayman. Even if they don't deliver in the first place.
The sky's the limit.
Dolph's abstract request is refreshing, rather than frustrating. He's actually giving him something to work with, and it presents an interesting puzzle to solve. He completely misses the pensive energy that Dolph is sending his way -- too preoccupied with the assignment.]
Far away...hmm.
[He swirls his own glass as he thinks, causing the ice to clink against the sides like a muted wind chime. The first thing he comes to mind is a literal interpretation of distance, which puts us at...]
Chinese? [Then, almost immediately:] --Ehh, no. There's something too metropolitan about Eden Chinese food.
[It's the same problem American Chinese food had: it's not really Chinese-Chinese food. Okay, it's not necessarily a problem; cheap Chinese food got him through a lot before Eden came around. It really satisfies a certain sort of primal craving sometimes.
He goes back to the mental drawing board. The two of them sit in relative silence as Ramon sips and thinks.
Out of the blue, it hits him.]
Oh, I know! How about phở?