Jarron then snaps his fingers, and two full plates of steaming food appear on our plates. I gasp. “How did you do that?”
It’s a red soup with several types of seafood and rice. It smells incredible.
He raises a brow like that was a silly question.
“I was under the impression that suddenly appearing food wasn’t a thing. Or if it was, I heard that spelled food tastes terrible.”
“It’s not spelled food. I simply cast a spell to have it arrive now.”
“So, they could do that during lunch, and they just choose not to?”
Jarron chuckles. “It would require a wasteful amount of magic to do that for the entire school at once.”
I shrug and lift a spoonful of the spicy concoction. “What is it?”
“Gumbo. You mentioned wanting to try it.”
“When?” I don’t remember that.
“A few months ago, when we were talking about what to order from Elite Hall. You said you’d always wanted to try it but only if you could get it from Louisiana.”
My lips part. “Is this—”
“From a little restaurant in New Orleans that is known by the locals for it’s wonderful gumbo.”
“Amazing,” I breathe. “You’ve been holding on to that for a while, then?”
He nods, his honey brown eyes shining. “Try it. I want to know if it was worth the trouble.”
“No pressure.” I roll my eyes.
The moment the spoon hits my lips, my eyes flare. A zing of flavor explodes on my tongue. “Wow.” It’s hot and spicy and unlike anything I’ve ever tasted. It’s also absolutely delicious.
Jarron doesn’t take his eyes off of me.
“What?” I ask bashfully.
“You’re beautiful,” he says. “I just enjoy watching you experience things.”
“Creeper,” I joke then wink. “It’s really good. Definitely worth the trouble.”
He nods. “Good.” Then, he takes his own first bite. He pauses mid-slurp.
“Do you hate it?” I ask, waiting for his reaction. Demons don’t generally appreciate human food.
He shifts it around his mouth for a moment, expression full of confusion. “That is not what I expected.”
“In a bad way? Or good?”
He swallows and stirs his plate. Then, he takes another large bite. “Good, I think.”
I chuckle, and we each continue eating. “Definitely the right choice to get it from New Orleans,” I say. “Although, I wonder if it’s cheating to have it magically delivered here. The atmosphere of New Orleans is probably part of the fun.”
“I could take you there if you wanted.”
My brows rise. “Right now?”
He nods.
