❝ What? Absolutely not. I’m afraid to see the bill for this – and you’d be fuller if you actually, you know, ate the rest of your half. ❞ Golden eyes follow the motion of the knife, watching Thorin cut up the rest of the tart and wondering if the man would be able to stomach something so sweet. Perhaps not – it could be a mercy on him, eating the rest of it. But Beckett also wanted him to be able to experience the wonders of the food which they were sampling. After all, he could certainly make better eggs than these; and certainly he could attempt the eggs and tart, but it was best to enjoy things like this together while they could.
Napkin lifted to his lips, the younger man chuckles and glances between the food and his companion. He knows full well that he’d have eaten more than this were he fully feeling himself, but at the very least this was a good start. He could stop for a few more snacks, and be well off during lunch and dinner if so necessary. What mattered more to him was the way Thorin looked at him now; the way the happiness seemed to shine in his eyes, or the knowing look he was wearing even as Beckett picked his fork back up.
❝ —- But do, yeah. Let’s order a bit more coffee. And maybe to make up for the plain eggs we can have fondue later. Sound good? ❞ He was now craving the caffeine kick which the coffee would give him and had finished his first serving. ❝ Tastes more like it’s the bean rather than the press. But I do appreciate the lack of acidity. ❞
“I want you to promise me one thing. For the remainder of the trip don’t worry about the cost of things. I want to spoil you and spoil you I will. I’ve got the funds, let me. And I’ll eat enough, I always do.” Granted he could have had more of the tart, but he really can’t seem to force himself to ingest more sweets. It was his own constitution he was concerned for, it tended to upset his stomach unless he had something more bitter to counteract. Thorin was plenty full for the moment. He needed the energy to explore the city and knew he had enough.. all he needed now was to tone down the excitement which ran rampart in his form.
“Fondue. I’m perfectly fine with that. Means I can feed you things. You know how much I enjoy that.” Subtle flirt. Thorin only gets like this when his mood is elevated, which when he is able to spend these times with Beckett, its through the roof. In some ways he finds it almost frustrating how Beck’s very proximity could bring it out of him, but not in a negative way. He wishes he could be this cheerful, this emotionally connected at all times.
Waiter comes by again and Thorin orders them more coffee and slips a card to pay the bill without second thought. Glancing back at Beck, the man holds a permanent smile as he finishes his current cup of java. “It’s always better in places like these, isn’t it? Did you like this spot? I was thinking we could visit a new spot for breakfast or lunch everyday. Get a full experience while we’re here.”