Interacting with Vika. He made some more tea, continuing the conversation with Vika.
Moments after excusing himself, Ryna returned to the front of the house with a small porcelain bottle of tea. "This is as much as I was told to make at a time. It should be enough for another cup with a bit left over. Of course, if you want more, you can always let me know."
Ryan said with a small smile before setting the bottle down by Victoria. "Do be cautious, though, the bottle can get a bit warm. It shouldn't be scalding hot, but it will be quite warm to the touch."
When Victoria gave him a rough time frame as to when she can come back, Ryan let out a small chuckle. "Well, we usually aren't open for brunch. I don't think I can make that happen for you, so in two weeks time, I can save a table for four for you, but it would be dinner, which starts around six PM. I'll have the table ready for you around seven, if that works for you. Of course, since you're giving me a bit of time to work with, if that time doesn't work, just let me know, and I'll try to change it for you.""Hey, I'm not here to judge what your hobbies and talents are. I'm just a guy that loves to cook, and you're just a girl that is in to technology. Nothing more."
Ryan said with a small grin. "Beside, I think having a healthy hobby is good for you, anyways."
Ryan said, giving something in his mind a small ponder. "I mean, seeing that we're not open and that no one is here, I can show you the kitchen, and a few little trick so you can try to make this at home? If you want, that is."
He threw his hands up softly and shrugged slightly."I'm sure you're better than you let on to be"
Ryan nodding, agreeing with what she said about improving the accessibility of this place. "I can see that. I'll make sure to bring that up with the owner and see what he thinks about it. After all, we want to be as inclusive as possible."
Ryan gave a slight sideways nod to confirm that he said to be true."Ah, Mogadishu. That is quite an exotic place. I've heard Somali food is great. I've had their rice, or I think its call Bariis, and its honestly better than any rice I've ever made. The spices, the blending of them, the buttery flavor and the fact that each grain is so separated and fluffy yet the whole creation is so cohesive, its wonderous."
He said, chuckling as his food-nerd peeked its head a little bit. "I've been to London, though I would love to go again and be more... free."
he said, letting out another chuckle "Last time I went was with my parents and we just followed a schedule. I'd rather just roam, ya know? Russian food is... unique. Its both rich and simple. Home-styled yet grand. Not something I strive to make, but I've had it and I do like it. Honestly, you've done much more traveling than I have."
He let out a breathy chuckle. He could travel more, but he chooses not to, at this point in his career."Ah, congratulations. A marriage is always something to celebrate. Two people felt strongly enough about each other to want to be joined in holy matrimony. I'm sure you and your family will have a great time, complications or not. But yeah, I'll have a table ready for you and yours in two weeks time. I'll save four seats, and if that should change, let me know.""The manager made you...sing? Thats a fun, and funny, way to get out of trouble. I swear if the owner here made us sing to get out of trouble, we might as well be having a concert everyday. Not because we're good singers, no. But because he is so particular about how things are done and what we do never seem enough for him."
He said, giving a slight shrug. "Ah well. I guess when you have your name on the menu, things have got to be exactly as you want it, eh?"
To be honest, to Ryan, it didn't matter what Vika's private life was like. What she did for a living and what kind of people she was involved with is none of her business, just like the way he told her he was just the cook of a restaurant. People have reasons to not divulge things about themselves, and who is Ryan to poke and prod?