A Conversation Worth Eavesdropping

Soon, the robot returned with three platters and a customary greeting. 

But the polite Baloo forgot to say goodbye to the robot. The platter before him was too tantalizing to break away from. 

It was the same platter that LaRee had ordered, in memory of his village: tigerfish. 

The grilled and marinated behemoths among fish were laid flat across the plates. Both fang-filled heads were severed and sat up, still cooked and edible though. Waves of garlic and paprika drifted into their nostrils as the hunter and chef loomed over their enticing meal. 

Baloo reached to tear some meat off with his fingers. He barely managed to stop his hand as remembered where they were. At the most expensive, posh restaurant Baloo could fathom. 

Chomp!

"Mmm… This is better than home…" LaRee licked his fingers clean as the tigerfish began to melt in his mouth. "The skin is very crisp. And the flesh is very soft… I will get this again…"