@murphysgirl
She frowned slightly. "You guess?"
She frowned slightly. "You guess?"
"I couldn't taste it over the fooking HEAT!"
She laughed. "Well, maybe we should make our own curry tonight, then."
"Maybe…" He said, standing up
"We could make something else that's Indian food, too," she said, getting up too. "What other Indian food could we make?"
"Murg Makhani?"
"What's that?"
"Butter Chicken."
"Sounds good." She privately thought it sounded more like a euphemism for something, but kept her mouth shut.
"And no, it's not a euphemism for whatever you're thinking it is."
"Are you sure you can't read minds?" She followed him out of the restaurant, blinking in the bright Indian sun.
"I read body language, not minds." He stated, getting into the car.
"AND I SWEAR, IF THERE'S ANOTHER COW ROADBLOCK!!!"
Nyx started giggling.
"Imma eat a steak in front of them…"
"I dare you," she said, still giggling.
"Only if it happens."
"Watch as we hit a cow roadblock on the way home," she said. "And watch as they don't scratch the car."
"STOP!! You're gonna curse it to happen!"
Nyx giggled. "I just want to eat steak."
"When we leave this godforsaken place…" And sure enough, a cow roadblock happened
Nyx rolled around in her seat, laughing so hard she started crying.
"What's so fun- OH COME ON!!!!!!" And then he made a steak appear and started to eat it, like a savage, which was most unlike him, but he was furious, so he didn't care.
"You're getting sauce all over your Gucci tie," Nyx pointed out, cackling.
"I don't care. I'm angry." And then the roadblock cleared. He sped to the house.
Nyx laughed and curled up in her seat.
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