[ there ought to be some sort of prose here comparing tsuruno's endearing little nod to species of small dogs, the kind that you want to keep in your purse and spoil, but that doesn't quite do justice to how cute tsuruno is, so the prose will rest their case today. kaveh is grinning as he lays out the two containers of hummus, slotting in between a plate piled high with still-warm pita.

to the left, a plain tupperware of hummus. to the right, a plain tupperware of hummus, possibly done in ice-cold water at some stage of the tahini-mixing process. because it's kaveh, he is leaning in, chin propped on the heel of his hand as the red of his eyes glint. ]

If you're ready, then I am ready to place judgment solely into your capable hands. And tastebuds. Oh, before that. [ kaveh tips his chin towards the gently smiling man at the counter. ] Alhaitham, check the tupperware. I know you're going to make a fuss about the test not being blind enough or somesuch if you don't have a chance to circle it for yourself.