"The dishes made by the manager always taste delicious no matter when they're eaten," Professor Moriarty fiddled with the fan in his hand, swaying it back and forth. Having just conversed with Mr. Einstein, Moriarty felt he had gained much.
Although he wasn't studying physics now, simply by conversing and learning about nuclear fusion, nuclear fission, and even anti-matter weapons, Moriarty felt he had found other things of great interest, even ranking them second on his current list.
As for the most interesting thing...
Moriarty glanced at Betty, who was diligently wiping the tables. This restaurant was always the place of greatest interest to him, not to mention the very intriguing guests. Moriarty was quite satisfied with this, finding it more enjoyable than playing games with those foolish blokes at Scotland Yard.
