Ziggy blinked and looked up at David, and then back down to the curry. He narrowed his eyes and looked up to David. "I don't know how you knew this, but curry is my favorite." Ziggy sighed and opened the container before picking up the fork. He put a small amount of the curry on the fork and then placed it in his mouth. His eyes widened almost immediately and he chewed happily. "Where'd you get this? This is awesome."

David smiled as he watched Ziggy enjoy the food, resting his elbow on the back of the chair, his hand holding up his face by his chin. His smile grew wider as the boy before him remarked on the taste of the dish. "I made it." he said, somewhat proudly. He was rather fond of his curry, but hadn't ever had the pleasure of allowing someone else to taste it. "I'm glad you like it."

Ziggy blinked and then flushed. "Oh, wow." He shoveled a few more bites of curry into his mouth before talking again. "So, why'd you become a teacher again? You could be a professional chef with this." Ziggy hummed happily and then flushed again. "I'm not eating all of your lunch am I?"

David chuckled and waved his hand lazily at Ziggy, as if encouraging to continue eating. "I became a teacher because I fell in love with literature at an early age. I wanted to help kids see the beauty in the written word. Unfortunately, not many do. Though I do find a few no and again that actually absorb what they read in books."

Ziggy chuckled and continued eating. "Yeah, I've noticed that you're really passionate about literature." He said through a mouthful of David's curry. "I'm a big fan of literature too, it's a nice way to escape all the shite at home. That and playing my guitar."

David snickered lightly at the muffled sound of Ziggy's voice. "Yes, well. Literature is full of numerous universes in which you can immerse yourself." When Ziggy mentioned his guitar, David's eyebrows perked up. Finally someone he could boast to. "Ah, yes. Music. I will have to be sure to show you my collection some time."

Ziggy's eyes widened. "You'd better be talking records old man, otherwise I won't take you seriously at all." Ziggy made a slight pained expression. "Dad sold all of mine to pay for his damned booze, I lost my entire collection, and some of them were first editions. Why he needed to sell them I have no idea, he makes enough money."

David chuckled. "Oy. I'm not that old. You don't need to point it out." He nodded a few times before speaking again. "Yes, I'm talking records. Classics at their best. And old too, some from when I was just a boy." He thought to himself, thinking of a few recently acquired records he had in his collection. "For all I know some of your old pieces could be part of my stash now. I frequently visit flea markets and pawn shops at least once a month."

Ziggy's face brightened. "They could be?" He was practically bouncing in his seat. "Can I..." He flushed and broke off, staring back down into the container of curry. "Never mind." His cheeks continued to redden. Asking David if he could come over after school was silly.

David smirked and adjusted his position in the chair, his back growing a little stiff from the hunched sitting position he was in. He stretch his back out a little, hoping that the small amount of movement would release some of the tension and looked over at Ziggy. "Yes," he said, smirking. "You may peruse my collection after we get Lizzie and yourself settled in tonight."

Ziggy flushed at his smirk. He had forgotten that he and his sister would be staying with David that night. His face reddened deeper. He squeezed his eyes shut and mental told himself to stop it, the man was just his teacher, that was it. He nodded. "Thank you." He murmured softly.

David cocked his head to the side slightly, wondering why the boys face had suddenly began to bare slight splotches of red skin. He leaned in a little closer to Ziggy, hoping that he could read his facial expression if his answer to the question he was about to ask was not completely honest. "Are you alright? Your face is extremely red."

Ziggy stammered as David leaned in a little closer and he waved his hands towards his face. "Oh uh, is it? It's uhm, it's kinda hot in here." His face only continued to redden more as David studied him. Ziggy chewed on his lip and did everything that he could to avoid looking at David directly.

David's brows narrowed, his eyes grazing over Ziggy face. It was chilly in the room. In fact, the whole school always seemed to be on the chilly side. He noted that the boy was not looking at him and, also, that his face was growing more red by the second. "If it were warm in here I don't think your face with continue to redden while you were fanning yourself. What's wrong, Ziggy?" he asked, knowing very well at this point that Ziggy was lying through his teeth.

"N. Nothing!" Ziggy was growing more flustered by the second. He knew that David could tell that he was lying, but he couldn't tell the man what was on his mind. He couldn't tell him that he had always been his favorite teacher, that he carried some small flame for him. Ziggy chewed on his lip and turned his attention to finishing the last of the curry.