Chapter 45

“Roosters are an oyster bar standard made up of a single saltine topped with an oyster, horseradish, and several slices of jalapeño. The tradition: You shoot one back, grimace, chase it with a beer, and before you know it, you've eaten a dozen and got a T-shirt to prove it. This is not that. This tastes good. Instead of something you'd eat only after partying a bit, this version is an adept way to start a party,” Xavier said as he plated the oysters from the bag that had been delivered a few minutes ago.

“I have never had oysters in my entire life. But you don’t look like a party guy at all.”

“I am not a party guy but my brother is and when he had his wild phase it was my responsibility to accompany him to every single place so he does not do anything stupid.”

“Ahhh! The joys of being a bigger brother.”

“Then I am sure that you are ging to love it. Do you know that oysters are always a big hit with the cafes by the sea side?”

“Is that so? Why?”

“Because they are considered not only a