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 Posted: Fri May 28, 2010 10:08 pm
"I suappose they don't, no, but I'd like to think your being nice means you trust me at least a little." Taking the menu with a nod her eyes scanned it, she had to admit, she was starving. Being whisked away by their queen and then using her own power was no small task and left her hungry as ever.
"I hm... well this personal pizza looks good, mushrooms and ham? I guess I'll have some of the rolls as well, if they heat up like you say I can save them for when the kitchen catches... fire... again..." It was the corner of her eye, the wink from the waiter, her face was warming and her cheeks were turning pink. Did he just wink at her like that?
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Posted: Sun May 30, 2010 6:56 pm
"Trust has nothing to do with it, let me assure you of that." He repeated and glanced between the waiter and his briefly lingering gaze before he vanished into the kitchen with the wafting smells of fresh dough, sauces and a hint of smoke. It was all somehow strange yet savory when it mingled like that, garlic and tomato mingling with the vague hint of a wood burning oven and the boisterous conversations from behind those swinging wooden doors.
He glanced at her cooly as she trailed off the words falling one by one from her distracted lips as she flushed pink with the attentions paid. Duly noted and filed away for further consideration.
"They do, they also have a most excellent pasta if you enjoy meat sauces, I am not a vegetarian and I will not apologize for eating meat in front of you." He said remorselessly and then glanced up without pause to flash a genuine smile a "Mama" when she came to take the order.
"Just... a friend." He assured her before she said anything regarding his company and she clucked her tongue like a mother hen. "Some Day..." she said with a smokey voice that yet carried overtones that could have made her anyones favorite mother or grandmother. "Someday someone will snag your heart... you see." She nodded authoritatively "Maybe her, I will be watching. Now, what will you be having, more time? Drinks maybe? We have lovely colas"
"The Normal for me..." he said and gave a soft chuckle when she rolled her eyes. "Someday..." She tisk-ed.
"Next time..." he promised, though it was an empty one and they both knew it, it was always someday and he would change his order.
"She would also like rolls to go..." he waved at Hel and then picked up the menu he had set aside to return it to the buxom woman.
He glanced expectantly at Hel and waited for her to pass on what she would like in turn.
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Posted: Sun May 30, 2010 8:05 pm
For a moment Lorelei just sat in silence as the color in her cheeks continued to glow red as the waiter wandered away. Why did he look at her like that? Her life was a bit of a mess right now, moving in with Roh, coming to grips with her place in the negaverse. The idea that some guy was making goggley eyes at her wasn't something she needed on top of all of this.
Eventually she was back to normal though she had taken to studying her menu quite hard for having made a choice already. "Nothing wrong with a bit of meat really." Turning from her menu she offered her own smile and nod to the women who had come over to take their order.
Just a friend was she? She couldn't help but grin, both at the suggestion they were dating, and the slight pause as he lied on the spot, she couldn't say she wouldn't do the same. "I'll take the personal mushroom and ham pizza please with the rolls. And ahh... you have a triple chocolate cake? I'll take one of those too," she said while passing the menu.
After Mama was gone Lorelei couldn't resist a bit of a grin, "Friends now are we?" She knew it was just to be polite and to probably change the idea of them being a couple, but she had to admit, he was fun to tease.
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Posted: Sat Jun 05, 2010 4:52 pm
"In the name of peace for the time it takes to eat dinner, yes." He said with as much emotion as a cardboard standee in a bookstore.
"Don't get too excited about it, I am not a people person and I am most certainly not a -you- person."
He said unrolling the napkin from around his silverware with a light metallic chiming. He arranged them precisely on the table cloth lining them up with the weave of the fabric in order to keep himself from having to make too much conversation rather than any actual obsession with how strait they were.
The food was brought in relatively short order, fresh and hot, Zink had a plate of pasta with thick pasta that the menu had advertised as home made, the sauce clearly was, the chunks of tomato still looked far from the normal processed chunks often found over boiled and stuffed into cans.
The pasta had some char on the bottom of it, it was still dusted with flour at the edge of the bubbly thick crust and the cheese had evened into a single entity that would cling to the whole the second you tried to remove a slice, the mushrooms fresh and perfectly browned.
"There..." He said after Mama whisked back to the kitchen.. "Your fed, my civil duty is done."
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Posted: Sat Jun 05, 2010 5:13 pm
"Alas I figured as much," she said with a dramatic sigh. "Clearly not, I wouldn't however go as far to say a -me- person, your just... a bit odd, interesting? I don't know, everyone at the meeting was 'interesting' I suppose."
Just as he fell into silence while orginizing his side of the table Lorelei did the same, though as soon as her was orginized she reached over to a napkin holder pulling a fresh napkin and a pen from the table behind them. During the silence she started to scribble away on the napkin, only stopping to accept her pasta.
He was right, this place was a good place to eat! Slowly she worked at the meal breaking it apart piece by piece savoring every bite of something that hadn't been delivered in a little cardboard box.
After finishing another slice she finally spoke again, "Indeed, and I really do owe you one for this, I haven't had a good pizza like this in ages." All that was left now was to wait for the rolls while finishing her meal as she started to scribble onto the napkin again.
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Posted: Sat Jun 05, 2010 5:28 pm
The rolls and napkins came together with little glass bottles of hand labeled dipping sauce, each carefully bagged in brown paper and still softly steaming and warm to the touch even through the crinkling paper.
Zink took the check wordlessly and folded up a number of bills and handed them back to Mama, apparently he tipped well enough because she hugged him hard enough that you could almost swear you heard bones creaking before she bustled off shouting something in italian to the young waiter who was peering out again from the kitchen doors.
"Not at all, more people should know this place, it's too quiet at times and I would loath to see it fall by the wayside." He said mater of fact-ly as he slid his chair back and moved to pull hers out as well.
"Besides...you can continue to flirt with the waiter."
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Posted: Sat Jun 05, 2010 5:46 pm
She couldn't help but notice as he rolled out the cash to pay Mama, she never said he had to pay for her yet he did without another word as they were handed the rolls.
"Well, what ever reason you chose for bringing me here, thank you, it was amazing and I'll be sure to tell Roh to take us out here once in a while." Even as she rose from her chair her face turned a brillant shade of red, far worse then before, "I- no, I didn't you..." she shook her head quickly, "No no no god no you..." she sighed shaking her head, he got her with that one.
"No thanks, not my type." Moving she grabbed her own bag of rolls before scooping up the napkin handing it to him before heading out the door with a wave.
When Zac would finally take a look at it, it was a sloppy sketch, clearly rushed in the time they waited and ate, but none the less his own image appeared scribbled on the napkin with a number and a note, 'Frumpy Zac is Frumpy - Lore'
Overall today had been rather good.
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Posted: Sat Jun 05, 2010 5:53 pm
He -left- the napkin.
"Clearly not your type at all, that's why you were blushing." He did not rise to the bait to ask what her type was, for better or worse he had no desire to know in the least.
He held the door for her on the way out and, took the most round about route home he could think of. It was probably the first time he thought it might be -necessary- to make sure a girl didn't try and get in to the Hillworth Dorms.
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