Through to You ((Oliver & Kiezzer))

[ode]

Oliver lit up a bit at the sight of the fellow. "Excuse me, Sir. I'm not quite sure if you'd remember me, but may I ask you a question?"

[praiseofblood]

Keizzer blinked, looking at the boy. "Oliver Bligh." he said, a small smile on his face. "How may I help you?" he asked.

[ode]

Oliver felt a little silly asking the question but he didn't want to eat something that looked already chewed, "Would you mind telling me... is this what a fajitta looks like? I'm afraid I've never had one and did not know what to expect."

[praiseofblood]

Kiezzer looked at the human food curiously, cocking his head. He briefly consulted his AI. "Yes, but a not very well made one." he observed.

[ode]

Oliver looked at it again and pushed it away. "I don't suppose you like them? I am certainly not going to eat something that looks so very... unmade as you say and it's quite a shame to leave it to waste."

[praiseofblood]

Keizzer looked at the male, cocking his head. "Here, why not something better?" he asked. "Will you accompany me?" he asked the male, looking a bit hopeful.

[ode]

Oliver scratched his head and poked the thing before rising with a nod. "Yes, of course. It's not healthy to skip meals and I will certainly never try Mexican again!"

[praiseofblood]

Keizzer smiled. "Don't write the whole thing off. You haven't had good food, yes?" he said, as he motioned for the boy to follow him.

[ode]

"Define 'good food'," Oliver said, tossing the waste in the nearby bin and followed the man. "Where are you taking me?"

[praiseofblood]

"Spanish restaurant." Keizzer smiled. "You will like it, believe me."

[ode]

"I suppose I'll just have to trust you. You simply must order for me, however." Oliver said.

[praiseofblood]

Keizzer smiled. "Will do," he said, walking along with the male.

[ode]

Oliver followed, glancing about as they went. "Lord, how far is this place?"

[praiseofblood]

"Here." Keizzer said, as he motioned to a small, nook and cranny place that smelled of strange spices. Keizzer pulled the male inside and sat down at the table with him.

[ode]

Oliver adjusted his glasses and glanced about the place. "Are you sure this place is a good place to eat? These tables look a little worn," he eyed them.