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He rooted around for an oven, snatching the bread and setting it on a stove burner to toast on one side as he put the ham into the oven and set it to heat. It would be a minute or two until the toast should be turned, and then he'd get to the ham, and it should be about done and ready to set on a plate then. "Mr. Sidhe is the doctor? I have to get around to thanking him sometime. Matter of fact, if there's ever anything you need, I owe you one, not that I wouldn't help you anyway. Just feel free to ask if you need anything." He said, turning away from the stove and leaning against a counter to look at her while he spoke. "Mr. Sidhe told me I should see Ms. Pale about... well, I'll just have to go to the castle when I get time, and thank her while I'm at it."

"Alright." He said, picking a plate of chicken up out of the refrigerator and setting it in to heat for himself now that hers was finished. "Any good? If we're going to sit down to talk and eat, you might want to save some of it for a minute, but I'm glad if you're enjoying it." Rivven said, smiling in a warm, somewhat sheepish way, leaning against the counter again as he this time waited for the plate of chicken to heat.

"Huh? No, not at all. I'm fine, and it's not like I have a lot to do. I mean, we all have one or two things, but it's probably best they wait until tomorrow anyway." He said, looking at her a bit confusedly and trying to figure out exactly what she was getting at. Am I doing something wrong? I thought I was acting alright, is there something else I should be doing? "Why... is something amiss Ms. Morgan?" He said, and opened the stove to glance inside, without taking his eyes away from hers for more than a moment this time. Maybe I'm just supposed to make eye contact more when I speak with someone. Is that my mistake? It was about finished, so he picked up a hot pad and pulled out the plate, letting it cool on the counter for a moment until he could safely pick it up by hand.

"Huh...?" Rivven looked down at his hand, with another atop it, and slowly followed the arm up to Morgan's face. He met her eyes, still with his slightly confused look, but there was also a bit of of concern on his face, and the very slightest hint of red on his cheeks. "M-Miss Morgan... is something troubling you? May I help you with something...?" He asked. He was a bit confused, worried, and embarassed certainly, but he didn't move away at all. It actually felt... pleasent, not only talking with her, but the touching of hands he was trying to fathom the purpose or meaning of.

After his confusion and worry, he was glad to hear something like this, though he didn't know why she seemed embarassed about it. Then again, he'd been blushing at a lot of things that day himself. Relief washed over his face, and he smiled warmly, sighing and all most laughing a little before he answered. "Of course. I can do that for you. It'd be my pleasure. But... you'll have to tell me when. I think I can find it on my own, but you'll have to tell me when you'd like me to meet you there tonight."

((I'm trying to figure out what all of this post is supposed to mean, but it's sorta got me stumped. What is a response she remembers, why "from a while back", and from where does she deduce that he's from a foriegn land? Sorry... but that's all bugging me because I haven't been able to figure it out.))

((Thanks. And I've been kind of wondering, if you could answer for me... are we supposed to not put any OOC in these threads, or just limit it to small amounts of things relevant to that thread?))

He made a stifled laugh, and scratched at the back of his neck with his free hand embarassedly. "Well, alright. I'll see you then I suppose. Now... I guess we should get to our lunches before they get cold, right?" He said, turning his hand beneath hers to hold it lightly. "Not like it was terribly hard to put them all on the oven for a moment, but why do it twice?"

((Well, in that case; she's sort of right. I haven't had time to redo Rivven's history to include the things he can't remember, or other parts of his profile, but he's from far too... I don't know, some random direction, I'm thinking either east or west. He was escorted around at a young age so he traveled a lot, and at one time when he was further away than normal, his escort was ambushed and he was killed. I think the rest of what you need to know if it confuses you is in his history. Mostly though, his utter lack of normal interaction through his life is why he's confused about social interactions, he was sort of enslaved for a while. Also, he doesn't know he's just agreed to go on a date with her, but he is enjoying the human interaction he's been lacking in for so long.
Lastly... is Mordrid her younger brother? I figure she's seventeen, if I'm looking at the correct profile, so that's too young to really have a child, unless it was an infant, and then it would probably be a big deal. Then again, maybe it is and I don't know... sweatdrop ))

Rivven just smiled and looked at her for a moment, a long moment, wondering what it was he was enjoying so much as he gently held her hand. It felt nice, and he realized that they were actually holding hands now, not just touching, but it didn't bother him, and she didn't seem bothered in anyway, so it must not have meant anything embarassing. Slowly, he took it away, and picked up her plate in one hand, setting her drink beside the sandwhich on the plate and balancing it on one hand, and picking up his plate in the other. "Could you get those for me Miss Morgan?" He asked, looking over his shoulder back at her. "I'll go set these down at table for us, if that's all right."

((Well, alright then. Sorry about the long time to reply, I didn't see a post for what seemed longer than it's been taking you, so I thought you'd logged off and went to a different rp. I just looked at the school too; if it's guarded by a dragon, how is he supposed to get there to pick her up? Or does he simply wait outside it as close as he can without it attacking, because I'm assuming no one wants a Rivven v. Dragon fight. I have a feeling that would be bad no matter how it turned out...))

"You heard about the fight? Wow, someone must have been really excited about it, I came to the clinic right after it ended. And yes, it was pretty long, but that happens sometimes, especially when your opponent is unknown and decides to play defensive. Rushing is stupid, but you can't wait forever either." He said, frowning thoughtfully as he went over it, and picking up a peice of chinken on the end of his fork, putting it in his mouth and chewing slowly. It had been a good match, but he still had bullet holes in him, even if the lead had been removed. It was a bit too soon to smile in memory of the great sparring match. "But I can't imagine you really want me to talk strategy with you. Does the match really interest you?"