He smirked briefly, as if considering the idea of subjecting his partner to culinary "experiences" back home, but then and perhaps thankfully Damien shook his head.
"Tempting, but no I won't." Despite that trip in particular, the memory of being camped out and eating burgers on a long stretch of dusty wasteland felt surprisingly recent and fresh in the mind. Instinctively his mind pulled up more memories from that trip, her laughter when met with spiteful comments about her people, and their trip to the Stace's workshop.
"I'm sorry for last time. But you're right, the food I packed then was horrible and I am looking forward to eating an actual meal in your home this time." There was a certain softness to the way these words were spoken that conveyed implicit sincerity, and something else that was hard to put a finger on. It seemed like something she said had resonated with him and provided encouragement, not unlike how she had asked him not to ever change when on the ship.
Behind this resolve that encouragement was propping up, he steeled himself for what could very well be an unpleasant reintroduction to the patriarch of Fiorella's family.
