"Well then at least it smells as it is supposed to." Harper laughed, as he reached across to ladle some of the curry into Philip's bowl. And thankfully, Philip didn't seem perturbed by any potentially odd behaviour, or Harper's tendency to be a little to blunt and honest about things. Perhaps this night would not be disaster.

Turning the spoon towards his own bowl, he began to fill it up as well. "It is a rather lovely house, if I do say so myself. Though perhaps a little large for one man. I bought it only a few years ago and I have grown rather attached to the odd layout of the building." Now that dinner was served and ready, much of Harper's nerves seemed to dissipate. There was nothing now left but to eat, and if it wasn't cooked right, there was nothing he could do about that now. A lingering anxiousness however did mean his breath paused ever so slightly waiting for Philip to take his first bite.