"Significantly more of the first two, definitely."

Lady-like or not, it didn't seem to matter much to him. He's not much for poise and manners, and the undignified noise of glee that escapes him as the food starts to come out is proof enough of that. "Ohhh yeah. That's the ticket."

The steaming pot of vindaloo is practically nostril-scorching, a vivid red from all the chilies. And of course, a side of hot, freshly-cooked naan and a bowl of fragrant rice topped with a sprig of cilantro is set down alongside it. Ral rubs his hands together with glee, before starting to pile the meal onto his plate.