"Asher, you are officially the god of all that is luck and you have graced me with a dream." The reaction was enough to completely take Art's mind from the curry he had been so excited to make a moment ago and even away from the fact that the knives they had found were lost to him.
"Is the place really that good? Asher shrugged Art's shoulders off. He knew that Art was an amazing cook and could make some pretty spectacular food. But hearing him praise a restaurant so much was odd. Art rarely praised any place unless it was something his grandmother cooked or Asher's mother cooked, and Asher was convinced that he only complimented his mother because she would let him have free reign of the kitchen more often when he did.
