fandomtownies | Ching Tai, Monday Night

Natalie? Was entrenched in a booth, working her way through about half of the restaurant's menu. It had been years since she had been able to taste anything beyond coffee and alcohol; the spring rolls, egg drop soup, the phoenix and dragon, and the chicken lo mein were, in a word, heaven. And, while she wasn't shovelling, she was certainly eating as though she hadn't touched food in, say, ten years or so.

The waiter kept her tea cup filled, and for that he was going to get a big tip. If he'd stop staring at her like she'd sprouted an extra head, that is...which she hoped she hadn't.

[Open for SP interaction and any Ching Tai needs.]