week two | dates

[marriagebroker]

Kiss the girl~!

Or guy.

Or person.

Or Messmer's snake.

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[scooptimistic]

[ Damn.

No hoodies.

Don't ask who put her in something slinky, but someone put her in something slinky.

She is, however, bright-eyed at the buffet, tugging a bit on Aventurine's sleeve. ]

Please tell me you're hungry.

[gamboler]

[ Thank goodness for whoever put her in something slinky. 🙏

Aventurine hardly needs to be told twice to dress up, and he knows just how good they look when they walk into the buffet — but there's no time to count the heads that turn in their direction, because Maya is already tugging him towards the buffet.

Which, good, because he is hungry. ]

Oh, good heavens, I don't think I've ever seen a buffet quite so big! [ A beat, before grabbing her hand in his excitement: ] Ah! And a full seafood bar! We'll see how you feel about canned crab after you try that!

[ Probably exactly the same, heathen. ]

[scooptimistic]

Wow! [ Cheerfully, squeezing his hand. Look at them, so excited over free fancy food-- ]

Don't you dare underestimate my love of canned crab just because the fresh stuff is here! I won't be easily swayed!

[gamboler]

Oh, we'll see about that. There must be something here you'll enjoy more than canned crab, and I'm determined to find it.

[ Famous last words. ]

That said, where should we start? Appetizers, soups, salad — breakfast?

[ They're spoiled for choice... ]

[scooptimistic]

Mmm...

I vote for breakfast.

[ A good starting point, in her opinion. ]

[gamboler]

Eat our way through a whole day, hm? I like it.

[ They are going to be so food coma'd after this, but it's fine. Still holding onto her hand, he starts towards the breakfast bar. ]

Oh...smells heavenly, doesn't it?

[ They even have pancakes with smiley faces on them. ]

[scooptimistic]

This is going to be a problem, Aventurine.

[ Darkly. ]

How am I supposed to get to know you better if our mouths are going to be constantly full?

[gamboler]

[ ...Oh. She's so right...and after what he and Wei Wuxian had talked about. This feels targeted. ]

We'll simply have to take turns. Eating, conversing, eating, conversing — actually, that might help with our digestion, and keep us going for longer.

[ So this actually...might be a blessing in disguise? ]

[scooptimistic]

You're right! Okay! Then we can pace ourselves!

[ She's going to start loading up on breakfast, then. Pancakes, fresh fruit, omelets... ]

[gamboler]

[ Hello??? Omelets, plural??? ]

Is that pacing yourself?!

[ He sounds almost in awe. ]

[scooptimistic]

A young lady with a job like me needs a lot of energy!

[ It all goes to her chest. Terrible. ]

[gamboler]

[ NOT HER CHEST ]

You're on vacation.

[scooptimistic]

I'm still working to help find matches!

[ So! Energy! ]

[gamboler]

Alright...but if you fall into a food coma, I'll be forced to carry you back to the manor bridal-style.

[scooptimistic]

Don't tempt me with a good time.

[ That sounds delightfully dramatic. ]

But don't forget to fill your plate, too! You're not exactly the most solid guy.

[gamboler]

Hey, now. That's uncalled for. I may not look it, but I'm no slouch!

[ Says the guy who's element is "imaginary". But okay, he's loading up his plate, throwing caution (and digestion) to the wind and loading up on sausage, potatoes, pancakes, those little croissants...the works. ]

[scooptimistic]

There you go!!

[ Radiating pride. ]

We've got some time to just sit and enjoy ourselves.

[gamboler]

Mhm — oh, hold on a moment.

[ He's heading over to the seafood bar to add some fresh crab to his plate. Yes.

Okay, he's back. ]

Enjoy ourselves and divulge or deepest, darkest secrets, right? I seem to recall that was the arrangement.

[scooptimistic]

Correct! Maybe one deep, dark secret per plate?

[ Seems fair enough to her, even though she isn't really chomping at the bit to talk more deeply about herself. ]

[gamboler]

[ ...


He should have put more on his plate. Ah, well. He can just try to eat slowly. ]

We ought to make the stakes a little higher than that. How about we say it has to be a secret no one else here knows about us yet?

[scooptimistic]

...

[ Hm. Well.

There's a bit of visible hesitation, but then-- ]

Okay, deal.

[gamboler]

Deal. Ordinarily I'd say we should shake on it, but...

[ Their hands are full of plates. Which Aventurine is now carrying his own back to their table, though he'll wait for her to sit before he does. He's a gentleman! ]

[scooptimistic]

[ Such a gentleman!

But Maya settles, places her plate down, and then extends her hand. ]

Shake on it, right?

[gamboler]

[ Once his plate is on the table, he reaches out to give her a hearty handshake. ]

There we are! Now our terms are set in stone, let's eat!

[ Time for them to discover if their eyes are bigger than their stomachs! ]

[scooptimistic]

[ Maya can.

Well.

Eat a lot, so. She is at least genuinely happy and making happy noises as she tucks into those pancakes. ]