"Ooh, you know, it's been a while since I've had a home cooked meal. And I understand if you don't want me to head to your place, but mine is a little too small for two to fit comfortably. It's also a plane ride away. I'm sure I could find a room around here if that made you more comfortable," he laughed a loud, "Also, if I were going to trust anyone, it'd probably be the private investigator, the one who is pretty deeply tied into the law system."<br/><br/>He stopped to think for a bit. It really had been a while since he'd had something to eat that wasn't out of a microwave.<br/><br/>"You know, I've been craving a bit of guoqiao mixian lately. Maybe with something a little spicy, and rich flavor."<br/><br/>He couldn't tell, but he was pretty sure he was almost visibly drooling at this point. He imagined a lightly season chicken with some savory noodles, maybe with a couple peppers and chives. He almost shuddered thinking of the steaming bowl of noodles. He licked his lips, almost without realizing it.<br/><br/>"Actually, if you would be as so kind, I'd pay for the whole meal. It sounds absolutely delicious."<br/><br/>He understood that they had just met, even if it felt otherwise, but now he really wanted that cooked meal, and he would love to eat it with her. Something about eating a nice bowl of noodles and chicken with her sounded like a hell of a way to discuss the case.