There was no way to anticipate how loud and clear the word ‘latkes’ echoed throughout Kairi’s mind. It was a tad overwhelming, which was pleasantly surprising considering how the other’s previous attempt went. “That’s a type of food, right?” He asked. “Not sure if I had it before, but very good! Your answer was one of the more stronger psychic energies I’ve felt in recent times.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Hagen nodded excitedly at Kairi’s question, a signal that it had worked, he’d actually done it. “Really? I could make you some. They’re not as good as bubbe’s or Judah’s mom’s, but at least they aren’t that too dry and burnt stuff the Feldman’s used to serve. Oh was that - that was really judgmental wasn’t it?” he made a sort of embarrassed hiss noise, “no, no they deserve it. I, mean, how do you fuck up latkes every time? How? It makes no sense! and don’t even get me started on them trying to serve them with ketchup on the side. what am I, a monster?” he paused in his impassioned views on the Feldman family latkes. “Sorry.” he apologized for his mild rant and ramble, shaking his head a little, as if shaking it out of his system. “It was? That’s good, right?” Stronger sounded like it was supposed to be good.