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Solas couldn't help but give the man a genuine smile. Between the deep infectious laugher and talking about her Malysh and his freezer burn, well, how could she not? The woman sighed in agreement. "It is truly pleasure when he lightly thaws."

What Misha was getting done? It was hilarious. "Oh, we're definitely friends now, right, Mishka?" Solas asked with a small tease. "We both got wrist tattoos together."

A corner of her lips pulled up, briefly. "Friends." She replied in regards to who taught her sayings, and didn't elaborate further. Solas lightly clapped her hands together when he flexed. "I see that's how you draw the women in." She said, nodding her head towards his arm. "Until your mouth chases them off."

The woman was amused at the head pat, and lightly shook her head. "No. Besides---" Solas reached to touch the lobe of one of her ears as an example. "Sergei has enough to cover for my lack of them." Pale brows lifted curiously.

"Do you have some I'm not seeing?"

Solas smirked. "If you think that's gross, you're not going to fair well around Nadia and Lorne." She paused for a moment. "Have you met him, yet?" Especially since in light of a proposal and all that.

The woman's shoulders shook lightly in suppressed amusement. "You're wild, Misha." She deadpanned at the man. "Turning that stereotype about the stern and no nonsense eldest sibling on its head. Sergei should have been the first born." She teased.

With the tattoos finished, care instructions given, and everything paid for, Solas was at the man's side back to his truck.

"Alright, Mishka." She started. "Your pick." For food. "Remember the full gun show comes afterwards."

Solas snorted. Gooey. Well, she couldn't deny it. She was gooey for Sergei. Sigh.

Poor Lorne. He was in for some Vetrov harassment to the nth degree. Speaking of the engagement though...Solas turned to look at Misha, a brow quirked. "I read that a popular Russian tradition for weddings is to kidnap the bride and make the groom pay a ransom." This was meant to be funny and light hearted...hopefully. "Are you all going to do that to Nadia?"

Solas smirked at him. "A person with common sense wants what they paid for immediately after services rendered." She replied, but as soon as the aroma hit her, as soon as Misha said Mexican, and as soon as she saw it, Solas felt like she'd been punched in the gut.

Machine and Bus loved tacos. They all did. It'd been her first meal when she corrupted. It was silly to think that ever since she had purified, she hadn't eaten any Mexican food. Thinking back on it though, she hadn't.

She'd been avoiding it, because it was so closely tied with her friends.

"...Have you eaten from this one, yet?" She asked after a moment. "It's divine." As Stillwaterite, she'd gotten tacos from this one a lot, actually. She thought it was one of the best in the city and just...wow. For a moment she was irritated with herself. Getting emotional distress from a taco truck.

"Get whatever you want, Mishka." She murmured, and pulled out her phone to send a text to Sergei, asking if he wanted her to bring him back any tacos. He got so wrapped up in working, who knew when the last time he ate was.