week two | dates

[marriagebroker]

Kiss the girl~!

Or guy.

Or person.

Or Messmer's snake.

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[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. ]

[gamboler]

[ Look at her go...even if he doesn't go that hard at his own plate, it's not too long until it's empty. He got to caught up in their conversation to realize he should have left, like, a bite of eggs left. ]

Ah. I suppose that means I have to go first.

[ He did this to himself. ]

[scooptimistic]

Are you ready for that?

[ Because she's not going to force him, even if they have a deal. ]

[gamboler]

If we waited until I was ready, it would never happen.

[ Just. Being perfectly frank. ]

...But I'll start out a little light-hearted, if you don't mind. Let's see...I got my job in the Strategic Investment Department by pulling a scam on the IPC.

[scooptimistic]

... So, like. You scammed them and they were so impressed, they hired you? Or...

[ That's so powerful. ]

[gamboler]

That's exactly it. I needed a way to catch their attention...needless to say, I succeeded.

[ It wasn't even really about the scam, just getting noticed by the people he wanted to notice him. ]

[scooptimistic]

Why them, specifically?

[ Carefully, just in case this is too much to ask him. ]

[gamboler]

Now that's a secret I'll have to save for another time.

[ Because they are watching, and he hasn't forgotten their presence, even if they're not with him. ]

[scooptimistic]

That's fair enough.

[ A sigh. ]

My turn, then?

[gamboler]

[ Brightly: ]

That's right! Dish it up, Miss Maya.

[scooptimistic]

There's a prophecy that involved me once! Not that I knew it at the time.

[ Well. Okay, then. ]

[gamboler]

[ Hello???? ]

What sort of prophecy?

[scooptimistic]

One about the end of the world.

[ Yeah. ]

[gamboler]

[

Okay... ]

...Were you the cause or the solution? [ Or a secret third thing... ]

[scooptimistic]

That's an answer I'm afraid will have to wait until later!

[ Ehe. ]

[gamboler]

[ Damn... ]

So then, time for another plate? How do we next push the limits of our appetites?

[ He is already...so full... ]