[An avid reader, he says. And a fledgling chef, too? A thoughtful hum escapes Rosen as he sips his tea. He’s grateful for the slight hint of alcohol here. It helps keep his mood nice and even for the time being. Contrary to popular belief, not every Irishman is an angry drunk. Rosen is more sociable when slightly tipsy but he’s also much easier to anger.]
I know how to cook well enough, I suppose. [A beat.] Though, my daughter…was admittedly better at it than I was.
[Then again, his daughter didn't scorch her tastebuds experimenting with spicy foods.]
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I know how to cook well enough, I suppose. [A beat.] Though, my daughter…was admittedly better at it than I was.
[Then again, his daughter didn't scorch her tastebuds experimenting with spicy foods.]