Griffin helped me onto a rock and then settled next to me. Without preamble, I lifted the first taco and took a bite. “Mmmmm,” I said, nodding and covering my mouth with a hand at the same time. The flavors were amazing. The meat melted in my mouth and the kimchee gave it a tang that was just right. Umami. That was the word to describe the flavor filling my mouth. “It’s good,” I said softly, wondering what Griffin thought.

He was chewing and smiling and agreeing ...