Ewan was right; the local restaurant's special was spicy. But, in the face of the bombshell he had dropped mere minutes ago, the spicy flavor was almost lost on Athena's tongue, albeit a good distraction.
She had chosen to say nothing, as the attendant had cut in with a tray of steaming dishes before she could croak out a response, deciding to push her fraying nerves to the side and indulge in the spicy sweetness—these foods were best consumed while hot!
However, as she ate, inhaling and exhaling intermittently, her mind was still besotted with Ewan's revelation, rather than on the possible ingredients that contributed to such a wonderful 'special.'
Another reason she had chosen to eat first was partly because she was just hungry, and secondly because she needed to be calm, to think, to sort through her thoughts, and not act like a misguided banshee as she had done earlier when Ewan declared his code name.
Wolfsbane.
