(Kijani didn't say anything about what she was thinking about the water. Just saying.)
Raising her eyebrows, Kijani followed him and picked up a plate. "Why would you pay to serve your own food?" She asked the question under her breath, not really directed at anyone. The idea just didn't make sense to her. Having spent most of her life being served, whether she wanted to be or not, she'd accepted it and figured it was something that everyone wanted.
She looked over the selection with a critical eye, before going toward the chow mein, and then rice. Once the scent of the food really hit her nose, soon she too was filling her plate. Going back to the booth, she sat with an embarrassed look.
"I'm not usually such a pig." Her plate was quite full of various things. "I figured I'd just try a bit of everything."
Raising her eyebrows, Kijani followed him and picked up a plate. "Why would you pay to serve your own food?" She asked the question under her breath, not really directed at anyone. The idea just didn't make sense to her. Having spent most of her life being served, whether she wanted to be or not, she'd accepted it and figured it was something that everyone wanted.
She looked over the selection with a critical eye, before going toward the chow mein, and then rice. Once the scent of the food really hit her nose, soon she too was filling her plate. Going back to the booth, she sat with an embarrassed look.
"I'm not usually such a pig." Her plate was quite full of various things. "I figured I'd just try a bit of everything."