My friend showed up with no notice on a Tuesday, said she didn’t feel like cooking, and about 40 minutes later there were three plates on my table instead of the usual one.
Chapati, naan, roti, all from a place 2 blocks from her place that she swears by. I usually eat standing at the counter between job applications, so this was the first time in 3 weeks I actually sat at that table for longer than 10 minutes.
We didn’t talk about resumes once. Just ate, complained about how the naan always comes out bigger than you plan for, split what was left.