“What do you mean you’ve never had curry before?” Jane stirred the pot, in more ways than one. “Do you only eat fried food that’s the color of beige?”
Charles gaped. “That’s pretty limiting. I eat lots of things!”
“Name me something you’ve eaten in the past week that contained a spice other than salt or pepper.”
“Hey!” Charles crossed his arms and leaned against Jane’s kitchen counter. He spun at the spice rack instead of answering and Jane wondered if he knew how much any of them could add to a meal. “I don’t cook much.”
“Nay.” She pointed the cooking spoon at her friend. “You don’t cook at all.”
Jane sighed, turning back to the curry and using her hand to waft its smell to her nose. “This may cause some irreparable damage to our friendship.”
“The fact that I haven’t had curry?”
“Well, you’re about to remedy that so…” Charles smiled, wide and contagious, and Jane had to look away or else she’d return it.
“It’s always up to me to better you.” The scent of coriander and cumin filled Jane’s small kitchen. “Grab the basket of naan. This is almost done.”
“Nah, nah?” Charles questioned, looking around the room. “What’s that?”
Jane switched off the stovetop and blew her bangs with an exasperated breath. “It’s literally the only thing in the room in a basket.”
Charles smirked. “I’m obviously kidding. I know what a basket is.”
“You’ve never had curry before! How am I supposed to know what you do and do not know? Just grab the basket you basket case. I’m about to open your culinary horizons.”
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