"You guys are vegetarians, then?" Saturday asks, making conversation while chopping the garlic. "No wonder you didn't want the sausage... I'll remember that. And, uh, don't drink drain cleaner, please, or serve it to anyone else. It might taste good, but it's toxic and deadly. Garlic is fine, though! It's one of my favorite spices, I put it in everything."
She offers him a tub of crumbled white cheese. "This should be blue cheese, which is not actually blue, not sure why they call it that, but the kitchens didn't have any, so instead I'm using feta. This is feta, have a taste - just take a chunk and eat it, there you go."
Saturday dumps the rest in her creamy dressing base, along with the garlic, and starts to mix.
"My pops taught me how to cook," she says, while waiting for Alloran's take on the feta. "He used to tell me, if you can feed 'em, you can lead 'em - people's hearts are reached through their stomachs. Hard to hate someone you've broken bread with in good faith, you know?"
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She offers him a tub of crumbled white cheese. "This should be blue cheese, which is not actually blue, not sure why they call it that, but the kitchens didn't have any, so instead I'm using feta. This is feta, have a taste - just take a chunk and eat it, there you go."
Saturday dumps the rest in her creamy dressing base, along with the garlic, and starts to mix.
"My pops taught me how to cook," she says, while waiting for Alloran's take on the feta. "He used to tell me, if you can feed 'em, you can lead 'em - people's hearts are reached through their stomachs. Hard to hate someone you've broken bread with in good faith, you know?"