Emryc caught the pout from Morgan, followed by the grumpy response. He was caught between finding it endearing and also disliking that the Firrerreo was unhappy about something. This resulted in a bantha in the headlights look from Emryc as he vacantly stared.
Thankfully, the food was ready by then to distract them both. He took his first bite, tasting the hint of black pepper. It wasn’t enough to bother him, so he kept going, marveling at the flavor. He hadn’t had a homemade meal since Morgan had visited him on Naboo. Emryc savored the taste, wolfing his food down as if he hadn’t eaten in days.
His portion was already half done by the time Morgan spoke again. Emryc simply offered a smile in response, his mouth still full. The eyes spoke volumes, however, as the smile reached them and they held that unnatural warmth again. Emryc was so enthralled by the food that he didn’t say a word the entire time, rapidly finishing everything off as if he were aboard the station mess hall with limited time.
He grabbed a napkin and dabbed his lips before drinking from the water glass, “I wish I could have this every day,” He mused aloud, a satisfied look on his face that Morgan would amusingly recognize from after they had been intimate sometimes. Emryc was primarily vegetarian, but Morgan managed to make meals from meats that appealed to his palate. He sipped from the brandy after he was finished with the meal.
Emryc thought for a moment before he had a sheepish grin on his face, “I know I...showed up unexpectedly,” Emryc said as he ran his hand through his hair. It was very much not like him and it felt stupid in retrospect, “Is...it all right if I stay a few days? If not, I can find somewhere else…” He hadn’t exactly planned for anything beyond showing up, and it just now hit him how inconvenient it could have been for Morgan. The only cues he had were from Morgan not mentioning any upcoming missions on their last Holocalls.