Sylus absolutely loves watching you eat.
Not in for the reason most would immediately think, but because you have a habit of dancing when you enjoy it.
The first time he noticed, the two of you were at a newer restaurant and, under the din of conversation, he could hear a radio playing. He chalked it up to you subconsciously hearing the beat.
The second time was when the two of you stopped for homemade gelato, but again, there was music. A lively little band playing at the bar next door's back patio.
With a shrug, and a grin, you were too cute when it happened, it fell to the back of his mind.
Sylus finally caught on when the next time he saw it, his chef had made you one of your favorite comfort meals. There was no music, nothing that could even be mistaken as any type of beat, and yet you wiggled back and forth on the stool as it was placed in front of you.
Added some arm motions after taking a bite.
He had laughed, the light kind that pulls your attention instantly. You had asked him what was funny, and he just said, "You."
You cocked your head, confused, and he shook his, feeding you a line about getting the fanciest grilled cheese in all of the N109 Zone and Linkon.
It quickly turned into a private game, one he enjoyed greatly for two reasons. The first was that he was able to spend time with you, which made anything palatable. The second was the excuse to dress you up and take you out.
Now, not everything the two of you ate was high end - Micheline star rated. Sometimes he would indulge your whims on to go to some place a co-worker had mentioned off handed that you wanted to try.
What he realized quickly, however, was that whatever version of the dance escaped you was a fairly accurate indicator of the food.
You nearly always had a little shimmy when the plate was set before you, especially if it was visually appealing.
From there, after the first bite, it would range. If it was alright, you bounced your head. If it was good, a shoulder shimmy would make it's way out. The next level was a full body shake that he could only describe as a mini twist, but on a minute scale. As if a puppy was wagging it's tail.
But he knew it was delicious when your hands joined the fray. Sometimes the pumped the air right in front of you. Sometimes it was a little wider, out to the sides, while your whole body bounced back and forth.
If that dance slipped out, he would mark down the restaurant as one to return to later.
You had caught him once, staring, waiting for you to take your first bite. Sylus had been doing that for a while, leaning forward, fork in hand, but nothing moved to his mouth until after you had fully taken yours.
You had teased him - asking if he was using you to test for poison, and he had snorted and shook his head, taking a bite to subtly encourage you to eat what was in front of you.
Sylus wasn't even sure you consciously realized you were doing it or if it was because you were comfortable with him you didn't care that you did.
Either way, it was one of the many small things about you he kept tucked away close to his heart. There were many things about you to love - but your little happy food dance was one of his absolute favorites.
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