“This isn’t the same table we were sitting at last time, right?”
Shark felt the need to ask considering the ‘unpleasantness’ that had transpired last time they were at this particular restaurant.
“No, we got rid of that one. Given what happened, we decided it was best not to use it for its purpose again.”
Sinbad looked over his menu to see if anything looked good tonight. “Made good bonfire fuel, though.”
The brunet shuddered at the image from that night. He then followed Sinbad’s example in scanning the available dinner items.
“Is the fugu any good?”
Sinbad pressed his hand to his face at hearing this question. “Let me put it this way; ordering fugu from any restaurant, especially this one, is like playing a pescatarian’s Russian Roulette.”
“Oh.” More looking in silence. Then Shark asked another question: “Does it have to be actual dinner?”
Sinbad looked at him and made a sound like ‘I don’t know’. “What’d you have in mind?”
Shark flipped over to the dessert section, then pointed to a picture of a banana split. “That kind of looks good.”
The measurements used for that particular dish frightened the redhead. “Dude, look how big they’re saying it is.”
Confused, the younger man read it out loud:
“’As big as your ass.’ Is that accurate in any way?”
“I’ll say it now…” Sinbad appeared to be ashamed of knowing this. “Pretty much, yeah.”
His boyfriend just looked at him with an expression that seemed to be unreadable. Then he smiled and stated, “Let’s get that.”
Whoever typed up the menu certainly wasn’t lying about the size. It didn’t seem like the kind of treat that one person could finish off on their own. Not that it really bothered Shark any.
Shark happily began devouring his frozen treat, while Sinbad looked on in a mix of shock and admiration. He was also hoping the younger man wasn’t going to get some kind of stomach problem from eating too much.
“Uh…You need any help with that?”
Instead of a spoken response, the redhead was handed a spoon. He then had to find the best place to start at. Shark was happy to oblige with helping him.
“There’s a lot of chocolate sauce over here,” he mumbled while pointing to one side of the bowl.
After a slight hesitation, Sinbad scooped up some chocolate-covered ice cream. Slowly, he began eating the other side.
He was actually quite enjoying it, given he wasn’t one to partake in ice cream all that often. When he did, it was usually with Shark, like what he was doing right now. Not that he minded at all.
About a minute or two later, Shark dropped his spoon, much to Sinbad’s confusion.
“I gotta do it, I’m sorry.” Before Sinbad could ask what ‘it’ was, Shark stood up out of his chair and shoved his face into the remaining ice cream.
“Uh…” Now the redhead really wasn’t sure what he was supposed to say. If nothing else, he hoped Shark would come up for air in a second or two. “You all right?”
He got the ‘okay’ sign in response.