บท 7: Chapter 6; Second course, sausage fest begins!
Dya and I were one of the first people who were done with their meatball soup. It was shocking to see how slow the other people here ate. Most of them weren't even halfway through their bowl.
Valeneira had instructed me not to speak, and it is ill manners to speak with a full mouth. So, I invited myself to smear some bread with garlic butter.
I was not planning to make out with anyone tonight, so nothing of value was lost. I was still hungry. Dya was as well, because she kept stealing smeared pieces of bread from my plate.
Not that I minded, there was nothing better to do as I was still unable to start a conversation that did not contain any references to meat, balls or sausage.
With catlike reflexes Dya grabbed a well buttered piece of bread from my hand. I gave her a playful look and blew my garlic breath in her face. She glared at me, but said nothing. I started to laugh.
''Neither of us are going to kiss someone this evening, it seems.''
Dya smiled back and rested her hand on my knee while chewing her garlic bread. She closed the distance again and whispered between small bites.
''It does not matter if both parties ate garlic.''
She took another bite, and pushed the last piece of bread into my agape mouth.
I chewed and swallowed as fast as I could to hide my obvious shyness. Dya giggled softly and grabbed my hand. She caressed the inner side of my hand, which gave off a tingling, yet pleasant sensation.
I began to melt and blushed, hoping that nobody would notice my obvious reddening cheeks. Someone, however, noticed instantly.
The last person I wanted to notice: Dender.
He picked up his plate and sat on the chair on the opposite side of the table, where the noisy man had stood when he was questioning me. Dender must have been keeping an eye on us the whole time, because his timing was too precise.
I was too tired to be annoyed by his presence. The Princess was near me, so he was obligated to behave. Dya, however, had other plans.
She politely asked Dender to switch places with her. So she could sit face to face with me. Dender obliged and picked up his plate again and sat down on Val's seat.
This was much better. I prefered to look Dya in the eyes. And now she could keep an eye on him as well. I did feel bummed out that I could not sit next to her. So I gave Dender a quick side glare. He did not notice, Dya did. I felt something moving under the table.
Dya was rubbing her now bare feet against my heels. She looked at Dender and smiled, while I did my best to take of my sandals without making sound. Dya helped me out skillfully with her toes, which was very impressive.
She bit her lower lip slightly and pushed her chair as close to the table as she could without being suspicious.
It was of the highest importance to keep Dender distracted, so I swallowed my pride and did a valiant effort to start a conversation with him.
I breathed though my nose when Dya rubbed her big toes against the side of my soles. They were still very sensitive from the scrubbing they got, and Dya knew. Because she was staring at me with mischievous intent.
While breathing through my nose I smelled a pungent and familiar smell; the smell of fish.
I looked around me to find out where it came from. A lewd thought came up in my head, and I tried to figure out what Dya smelled like.
She smelled amazing, a mix of rosewater and chamomile with a hint of garlic bread eminating from her mouth. Although my breath did not smell any better.
I looked at Dender, and he looked at me with an teasing grin.
''You like what you smell, young Heiro?"
I looked into his bowl; it was filled with a mix of mussels and clams. It was more a stew then a soup. And it had a powerful odour.
I did not like it one bit. And the feeling was mutual. After he saw that I had emptied out the panchette with garlic butter, he gave me a disgusted look. I grinned at him, but kept my mouth closed by Val's instructions.
He returned to eating his clam chowder. In the meanwhile I pulled my chair more to the table in order to get some distance from Dender's fishy breath. And my feet closer to Dya's.
Dya welcomed me with ten playful toes trailing the inner side of my calves. I sighed in relief and leaned back a bit, enjoying her warm feet against my battered skin.
There was music playing in the background, it was very soothing. It sounded almost like Middle Eastern music, with a lot of drums and string intruments. Dya's feet were coiling like snakes around my ankles and calves, keeping up with the rythm of the beat.
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