I know it's not very good, but I tried. Nothing belongs to me.
Rosa= Jink Wally/Wal= KF
Because they're in civilian mode.
I would also like to add I know nothing about Indian cooking, so apologies.
"What food do you associate with your childhood?"
She looked up at him. "Sorry?" Rosa and Wally were sat on a bench in one of Keystone Cities numerous parks.
"This magazine asked a bunch of people what food they associate with their childhood, its quite interesting." He said wafting the lifestyle magazine in front of her face.
"Yeah I'm sure it is Mr Psychology major. Besides" She asked "What are you doing with a lifestyle magazine?"
He grinned "I've got to write an essay on the impact of popular magazines on people's attitudes towards life" He paused. "So."
"So?"
He reached over and twisted a strand of her bubble gum pink hair between his fingers. "Food, Rosie."
Shrugging she looked away from his intense, blue eyes. "I don't know Wal. Besides you know I don't like talking about my childhood."
Unperturbed he tried to coax her into answering. "Come on Rosa." Knowing that his normal tactics of grinning and pestering weren't going to work he said softly, with more serenity than anybody who only knew him as cocky KF thought he was possible of. "You know Rosie we've been together for a couple of years now and from what you've told me of your past it sounds like it's been really hard. But I know that there is lots you haven't told me and." He smiled and took her chin in his hand so that she had to look up at him. "When you're ready to talk about it I'll be here to listen and I want you to know I won't judge."
"Pav Bhaji."
"What?"
"Pav Bhaji." She repeated. "Or Papri Chaat or Vada Pav."
Wally beamed "Your childhood foods!"
"Yeah." Rosa nodded. "We used to buy them occasionally from the street vendors as a treat." She frowned "You know I think I've made Pav Bhaji for you before."
"Then it must be fantastic." Then he laughed. "For me it was boiled chicken, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, apple pie-"
She cut him off giggling. "Apple pie, what a true American you are West."
"And boozy trifle!" He laughed "The type Grammy used to make, with so much sherry in it that if you ate too much you'd have a hang over the next day."
The comment sent them into hysterical laughter, they must have looked completely crazed. A woman walking her dog gave them an alarmed glance and hurried along.