He's not saying any more at the moment, that second flauta is making it's disappearing act with guac and sour cream.
By the time he's finished that, Beauford is looking up to check the signs along the street before grinning and picking up the pace again.
When he stops it's inside of a small doorway, and a bustling, busy, and brightly lit little italian restaurant. The inside has lots of wooden cushioned booths in the back, and regular eating tables near the front which, as Dinah can see, are occupied with people and food.
...we're not going into how it smells when the door opens. That's just cruel and unusual gastronomic teasing punishment.
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He's not saying any more at the moment, that second flauta is making it's disappearing act with guac and sour cream.
By the time he's finished that, Beauford is looking up to check the signs along the street before grinning and picking up the pace again.
When he stops it's inside of a small doorway, and a bustling, busy, and brightly lit little italian restaurant. The inside has lots of wooden cushioned booths in the back, and regular eating tables near the front which, as Dinah can see, are occupied with people and food.
...we're not going into how it smells when the door opens. That's just cruel and unusual gastronomic teasing punishment.