After that little episode of scolding and bonking Selene for corrupting our resident Archangel, we found a simple outlet, saying 'ABCD Tofu House' for lunch.
It was, apparently, Selene's "spiritual sanctuary of fermented righteousness."
I did not ask.
I made the mistake of thinking it would be quiet.
It was not.
"THIS PLACE SMELLS LIKE SOFT LIGHT AND ANCESTORS," Selene proclaimed, eyes sparkling as she bowed slightly to the tofu set meal like a monk greeting a relic. "Truly, the Koreans understand divine comfort food."
Zeraphira stared at the bubbling stew, expression unreadable as always. "It is… boiling alive."
"Yes! That's the passion!" Selene beamed, slapping the table. "One must suffer slightly to achieve flavour enlightenment."
Gabriel, seated opposite me, carefully held her spoon, looking at the chopsticks as if they were a pair of divine trial instruments fashioned to test the souls of the worthy.
