Solanum hash and something that looked like a Baragara, but the small and cheap version. It became popular in Xylos in no time. But the food was still lackluster compared to what Neville knew he could make with access to proper ingredients. Still, it was warm, filling, and most importantly, affordable.
"You know," Liam said between bites, "you could have let me pay for some of this. I have money."
"That defeats the purpose of treating you." Neville stabbed at his hash with perhaps more force than necessary. "When I want to do something nice, just accept it, okay?"
"And I appreciate that. But watching you have a minor breakdown over menu prices wasn't exactly the carefree celebration I think you were going for."
Neville groaned, dropping his head into his hands. "Is it that obvious?"
"A little." Liam's voice was gentle. "But I get it."
Neville lifted his head, adjusting his glasses, and offered a small smile. "You're annoyingly perceptive."
