"Samuel, it tastes like Swiss cheese topped with strawberries." what a quaint American name with the perfect balance of sweet and savory. Chess smiled, "I'm from London," she replied as though it weren't obvious from her accent. "I'll keep that in mind thank you." He turned away then, to the girl on his other side who was sitting quietly minding her own business. Chess turned back to Nathan whom she had so rudely turned away from. Mrs. Belle would certainly be appalled at the display Chess had been putting on so far. Ignoring her peers, turning from one conversation to the other, stuffing herself with food. Although she had to admit it was some of the tastiest and exotic food Chess had ever tasted, the flavors dancing across her tongue in a harmony that made stars pop in her vision.
It reminded Chess of a day in school when her schoolmates had gathered around her and demanded she tried different foods blind folded, wanting to know what color and shape each one was. Chess had been terribly shy before and so the sudden bombardment of attention was awfully confusing and made her want to run away and cry, but it had also been one of the best day's of her life. It was the time when Chess's classmates finally accepted her and no longer shamed her for being different from them. Just because she had a bad pair of lungs.
Chess heard the conversation Nathan was attempting to strike up with the people beside him. His words were like bad violin strokes, squeaky and sour. It was obvious by the taste that he was quite nervous and so Chess leaned over to see if she could possibly help him avoid an embarrassing situation. "You should try whatever that is," Chess gestured with her fork. "It has a very delightful flavor and the-" she stopped herself, if she began to babble about the harmonious colors they would no doubt believe her to be crazy and avoid her. "The texture is exquisite," Chess finished.
"Ah Mr. Belphagor is it? I noticed you happened to use Italian. Da dove provengono da? If you don't mind my asking." She had noticed his name on the card on the table in front of him. French and Italian were thankfully two languages Chess could confidently say she had under her belt. Her mother was from Paris and the two would frequent the woman's old home quite often, taking weekend holidays in order to explore the past.
Da dove provengono da? = Where do you hail from?