week two | dates

[marriagebroker]

Kiss the girl~!

Or guy.

Or person.

Or Messmer's snake.

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[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... ]

[scooptimistic]

Mm... we could go for appetizers or dessert?

[gamboler]

A palate cleanser does sound nice...dessert it is!

[ His sweet tooth might be doing the talking. ]

[scooptimistic]

Are you a sweets kind of guy, Aventurine?

[ Oh... that's kind of adorable. ]

[gamboler]

Guilty as charged. A sweet treat was a rare indulgence when I was younger. Needless to say, I grew addicted.

[ He always looked forward to those very rare occasions that he and his sister were able to find sweet buns or honey cake for sale. ]

[scooptimistic]

Fair enough! I'm an appreciator of most food myself! But I'll take dessert recommendations if you see any favorites over there.

[ She's here to experiment! ]

[gamboler]

I'm partial to flavors that mix a little savory or spicy with sweet, but you can't go wrong with a bread, cake, or ice cream treat.

[ bro just named most types of dessert but ok ]

[scooptimistic]

... Well, you really just covered most of the spectrum, didn't you?

[ Sir. ]