[Having set the time and given Smoke instructions as to how to get to his house, Huo made some effort toward making the promised meal a good one. The steamed buns weren't very fancy food, but he was good at making them and the vegetables were fresh. It was compensation for Smoke's time, but it was more than that - considering the questions he was going to ask, it might wind up serving as an apology of sorts, as well.
At the appointed time, the table was set, and Huo sat at it, waiting, idly toying with his wooden flute. Along with the freshly cooked food, the table also held a small, closed basket; through the wicker, light gleamed on something within.]
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Date: 2011-01-11 10:24 pm (UTC)At the appointed time, the table was set, and Huo sat at it, waiting, idly toying with his wooden flute. Along with the freshly cooked food, the table also held a small, closed basket; through the wicker, light gleamed on something within.]