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86. Caviar
“Here’s Salade d’asperges de saison for the gentleman,” says the waiter as he put down a plate of what looked like a typical green salad in front of Airol. “It has La ratte potato ‘gaufrettes,’ dandelion greens, pickled spring onions, and ‘gribiche’.'" Then, he set another plate with what looked like soup with black pearls in front of Zia sitting across from Airol. “And Oysters and Pearls for the young lady.” The waiter smiled at her. “A ‘sabayon’ of pearl tapioca with island creek oysters and sterling white sturgeon caviar.”
Zia’s eyes widened to what he said as she stared at her plate, unable to even lift her utensil, afraid she would tarnish it.
“C-caviar?!” she thought to herself as she gulped nervously. “I haven’t even come to this fancy restaurant with Edward yet. This is, like, the most expensive restaurant in the c
LeemaI've actually never tasted caviar before lol *poor ass pouting* I just figured how it tastes like from restaurant reviews. I've also never seen a black card in real life before. Man, if I see someone possessing one, I think I'm gonna start my ass-kissing career *averts corrupted eyes*
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