week two | dates

[marriagebroker]

Kiss the girl~!

Or guy.

Or person.

Or Messmer's snake.

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[beatmatching]

...what's actually in it?

[ she's probably right but their date in which they are stubborn for being snubbed! ]

[nrangel]

Meat, cheese, lettuce, probably some tomato.

[ She glances around to see what people are eating in there to get a look at their food, and-- ]

A whole lot of grease.

[ She'll move a little closer to the menu, leaning forward to stare determined at it. ]

Gimme a few minutes. I'll find you something that looks like it's at least on the healthier side of still deeply unhealthy.

[beatmatching]

[ he'd probably throw up from a greaseball to be honest. hnngh.

it's that realization that has him offering something he normally wouldn't. ]

Is there anything sweet?

[nrangel]

[ That gets her to perk up a little. ]

Now you're talking my language, let's see... there is a dessert menu. How do you feel about cinnamon?

[beatmatching]

I don't know what that is.

[ help. ]

[nrangel]

Well it tastes like... it uhm... cinnamon-y?

[ She seems to realize herself that was an incredibly unhelpful description. ]

I'm ordering us whatever cinnabons are, and we're trying them out so you can see for yourself.

[beatmatching]

Alright. If they're not greasy I'll try one.

[ since he knows he has to at least look like he's trying to eat on a date like this. ]

[nrangel]

Haha.

[ It's such a fake, uncertain sounding laugh. ]

I guess we're about to find out. Want me to order for us then?

[beatmatching]

[ eyebrow raise.

he's judging for how bad that laugh was. ]

Go ahead.

[nrangel]

[ In her defense, she wasn't trying to give the most convincing performance. She will give a little salute at that though, and move up to the counter. ]

Done.

[ Where she will be ordering a couple of tacos for herself as well as those cinnabons, and at least one of the bowls that looks like it is more veg and lean meat than the rest of what's on offer. ]

[beatmatching]

[ while they're waiting for their food: ]

Do humans really eat like this?

[nrangel]

[ There's a confused set of owlish blinks at that comment. ]

You saying it like that makes it sound like you're not human.

[beatmatching]

I'm human.

[ a beat. ]

But we don't control our diet, the Segyein do. The meals are very standardized for nutritional purposes.

[nrangel]

[ Serpilia frowns at that idea. She doesn't know a lot about Luka's background, but this is giving some hints to it. ]

So you're not even allowed to pick and enjoy foods as it suits you?

[beatmatching]

That's right.

[ it's normal????

(its not). ]

[nrangel]

[ The frown just deepens. It does not seem to be normal to her. ]

Okay, this is not the best place to start with that, but when we get back to the manor we've got to get you to try some things that look interesting to you, and find out what kind of food you actually like.

[beatmatching]

We'll see.

[ his Diet!!!

but he will at least try the cinnamon twists here. ]

[nrangel]

[ Down with diets says the woman who loves all things sweet.

At the very least they can settle down with their quickly made food, and he can give these things a go. ]

Only eat as much as you want of this stuff though, okay? We can whip up something else for you back at the manor later.

[beatmatching]

I won't need anything else after.

[ even just looking at them he can tell they're way more calorie than the usual things he puts in his body.

mmmn, they smell sweet though. he'll take one and give it a sniff. ]