For some reason I was like halfway through the story when I decided that Kattar used to be really into Greek food as a kid. It was random, but now it's been mentioned in two chapters. At some point he got more into Indian food, so I created a head canon for when he fell in love with Indian cuisine even though it will probably never appear in the story.
Regardless, here is when it was mentioned in a flashback chapter when he was a three year old:
Getting down from my lap, he goes to put the bracelet in his room as I go to the walk in closet for my shoes. I’m not sure exactly when he reappears behind me, unfolding and wrapping himself in one of my woven shawls.
“Aye! My darling is greedy today,” I laugh, pulling the shawl down over his face, “Must you have this too?”
“Everything is mine,” he laughs in the little evil way he likes to copy from cartoons.
I fold my arms over my bosom, “Kattar…what do you say?”
He pouts, unwrapping the shawl and handing it up to me. “Please.”
“Does Mami ever say you can’t have anything nice if you just say please?”
He shakes his head as I tie the shawl around his head and shoulders so it won’t fall off.
“Anything my kitty wants is his.”
“Anything?” He looks at me, his expression darkening a little doubtfully, and I know what he’s going to ask.
“Of course, anything. Do you doubt Mami?” I laugh quickly, standing up with a clap of my hands. “So should we tell Ms. Weinstein to bring gyros to the park for our lunch? My kitty Kat will like that, yes?”
He seems a little bewildered but he nods, as I keep chattering, selecting my purse and shoes, and heading down the stairs. He follows me slowly with one hand on the wooden banister.
