Ryn waited with bated breath as Harry chewed the meat slowly. She swallowed her saliva nervously.
Harry swallowed the meat and put down the knife and fork. He rested his chin on his hands.
It was quiet for a minute or two.
She was getting more nervous as she waited. Why wouldn't he say anything? Was it so bad until he became speechless? Was he trying to not hurt her feeling by not talking?
But even if it was bad, it was the first time she made it, she argued. Of course, as it was her first time cooking it, it would not reach his standard. There was a lot more for her to learn. And... and... she would practice more. Practice made perfect. She had no doubt with more practices she would produce delicious steaks just like him.
Instead of making her feel better by telling her what he thought about it, he reached for his fork and knife again and cut another small piece of steak. Then, he dipped it into the sauce she made and put it into his mouth.
