Next came the market square. Stalls crowded beneath canvas awnings, hawking everything from cheap jewellery to steaming paper cones of fish and chips. Leona insisted on trying them, pressing a hot chip against Nikolai's lips until he gave in.
"It's good, right?" she said, cheeks puffed as she chewed her own portion.
"Too greasy," he muttered, licking the salt from his fingers. "But not bad."
"I think it's supposed to be greasy." She laughed and wiped a smear of vinegar from his chin with her thumb. "I like the crunch of the batter..."
"I see, then... let me try some more."
Nikolai enjoyed the chips, not fries, but thicker and with a moreish taste that he couldn't help but wolf down two trays without noticing. The sausage and gravy with onions brought the dish together, although he didn't get the fish that Leona had.
Maybe we could try more cuisines in the mansion...
