"Barbecue sounds lovely," Robin said and as they headed back towards Sedgwick and stopped and the suggested road side restaurant Robin picked the book out of her bag and flipped it open.<br/>"It's mostly fragments. I think there are like four complete poems recovered," they said and started to read:<br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">"O soft and dainty maiden, from afar</span></i><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)"><i>I watch you, as amidst the flowers you move,<br/>
And pluck them, singing.<br/>
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More golden than all gold your tresses are:<br/>
Never was harp-note like your voice, my love,</i></span><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">Your voice sweet-ringing."</span></i><br/>They flipped a few more pages and read him one about<a class="link link--external" href="https://allpoetry.com/Ode-To-A-Loved-One" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">jealousy</a>and another about the pain of being<a class="link link--external" href="https://allpoetry.com/No-Word" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">abandoned by a lover</a>. Both poems were also clear indications of Sappho's romantic and sexual preference for women over men. They were not entirely sure whether Xavier would pick up on those subtleties.<br/>"Those are just a few of my own favourites," they said and closed the book and put it away as they pulled in to the parking lot outside Fred's Barbecue and Grill.<br/>"I think you should perhaps at least browse through it yourself and see if anything else catches your eye."<br/>Rather than actually parking Xavier pulled up to the Drive Through and they both gave their orders, received them and then found a spot at the far end of the parking lot where they could have a bit of privacy from potentially prying eyes, or someone recognising Xavier having lunch with a seventeen year old student.