Chapter 3Adventure happened. Pineapple curry and shrimp pad see ew and a fusion sort of spicy basil poutine-or-maybe-just-French-fries plus the worrying maple-chestnut-noodle combination definitely happened. That one wasn’t as bad as Matthew had been expecting.
He said, “All right, it’s not terrible.”
“It’s different.” Dylan’s hair managed to be both rumpled and attractive, in a youthful television-star way. He’d been devouring a veggie roll, and stopped to add, “I like it.”
“You’re going to work this off tomorrow, when we do the stairwell fight.”
“And I’m looking forward to it.” The restaurant was small, intimate, snug; they had a table near the back. A few heads had swiveled their way, but at this point League of Tomorrow had been filming in Vancouver for a few years; the cast and cr
