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Well, it hadn't been snowing, at the very least, but the Canadian fall did prove chilly when Soleil and Zane had stepped out of the portal. Thankfully, the less congested nature of the town they arrived in made it possible to place the portal closer to their destination. La Banquise, a place Soleil had always wanted to go to, but had never actually gotten the chance, despite it being in the province she'd grown up in. Just a different part.

Arm looped around Zane's she lead him into the pub. Rustic looking, but everything looked warm and inviting. Hand carved tables, wooden benches, and antlers and other hunting treasures lining the walls. "This places was featured on a show I used to watch with my sister. It just made me want to try it more." It smelled delicious inside.

She let him go so she could shed her coat and remove the hat she'd grabbed before they'd left, and after tucking the hat into her sleeve she draped the coat over a bench at an open table as she took a seat.

Sitting forward, Soleil lay her arms on the table and leaned into them. It looked exactly how she remembered seeing it on TV, and she couldn't help the overly excited grin she was wearing as she looked around them.

Then back to Zane at his question, brows arched in question before smoothing back out a second later. "Oui, it's delicious, and they have a few different kinds." She wanted to get it classic, of course, but she was tempted to order one of each, just so they could try them all. "It's seasoned fries, with cheese curds and gravy," she finally clarified. "So if you like loaded mashed potatoes, or baked potatoes, you'll like this.". Warm, savory, the perfect pub food, at least in her eyes.

A server wandered over, tall, bearded, and sporting a man-bun. The Mist smiled up at him a he introduced himself and listed of the drinks on specials, all in English, though his accent was heavy. Soleil held up her idea for him before ordering. "Si vous avez un gose ou un lambic sur le robinet, je le prends, sinon ce qui est le plus proche. Merci" she liked her beers sour, with a touch of fruit taste.

Both the girl and the server turned their attention to Zane, waiting patiently. "Have a drink with me?" Soleil asked sweetly. Or two. Or three...

Soleil's enthusiastic smile dimmed just a bit as she noticed Zane's grin slip, but only until he agreed to have a drink with her. She reached over to take one of his hands, thumb smoothing over the backs of his knuckles in a silent apology for all the french, and at the same time she held two fingers up to the server to indicate she'd like to double her drink order.

Hopefully the Sun hunter liked his beers sour. Or fruity.

The man with the bun nodded and made his way back to the bar to fetch their order, and when he returned her set a pair of pale colored beers in tall glasses down in front of them. By the taste, gose rather than lambic, which was just fine with Soleil. "Merci." His little notepad made a reappearance, and Soleil ordered a half of each of the featured poutine dishes offered. One was traditional, just the curds and the gravy. One had that, plus shredded brisket, and the last had froie gras , which Soleil wasn't entirely sure of, other than it was duck.

The server went away again, and left them to their beers while he put in their food order.

Chin coming down to rest on her free hand, she watched as Zane took a drink, and mostly managed to hide how much this particular type of beer was so not his flavor. It left her smiling at him, entirely too amused, but he seemed dead set on finishing it, or at least not complaining, so she didn't say anything about it.

"I saw this place on tv, and I've always wanted to try it." The explanation came with a small shrug. "Their food looked really good." No deeper meaning than that, but what better reason to visit a pub?

Gently taking her hand back, she brought her class up for a drink, eyes flicking around the decor again briefly before once again settling on him. "So, Mr. maybe-we-date," she started with a grin, fully aware that had not been how he'd said it, and not caring. "You're older than me, you like naps, you're not huge on sex, and you wear glasses." Her nose wrinkled just slightly in amusement. "That's about all I know about you. Tell me something else."

The tip of a finger traced along the rim of her glass as she listened to him talk, abd she'd pick it up, take a drink of the sour beer, before wrinkling her nose at him. "I'm not sure I believe that, but if you wanna play the mysteries napbadduct, I'll play." For now, at least. Soleil was fairly confident she'd dig more out of him the more time they direct together.

"Me? I grew up not too terribly far from here. Same province, different city. My twin and I had just moved out on our own before Deus found us. We're both big into gaming, though I'm all about the first person shooters, and she's not into WoW, and Diablo. You know, that MMO kinda s**t," she said furnish, waving her hand. Sol had had accounts too, by after never been that into it. She'd played with Luna, because Luna liked it.

She took another drink before continuing. Progressively further along in her own drink than Zane was with his. "I did game streaming. Had a really sweet set up, patron comme de la merde. I used to make Bank, too. Cause I was ******** good, and I'm a girl. Bonus tits, ya know?" Thin shoulders came up in a shrug.

She grinned and took a drink before tossing a wink at him over her drink. "I'm not sure, you're absolutely right on that, but I didn't have to flaunt anything. Girl gamers that play Call of Duty, who are good at it, and who stream aren't really a dime a dozen, so I had a pretty loyal following." Which made her wonder, if only for a moment, what they'd done after she'd disappeared on them. Made her want to read the comments on her Youtube page, just for curiosities sake.

"I think I wanna use some of my bonus to get the new Playstation, but I dunno." Receiving the bonus had been unexpected, and she just wasn't sure if it was something she should save, or if she should just go for it. She'd have to ask around a bit more, she supposed.

Their server was on his way back with a tray loaded with three large plates piled high with fries and toppings, and pair of smaller plates that were set down to one side. He told them he hoped they enjoyed their meals, in heavily accented English, asked if there was anything else they needed, and then excused himself.

"Oh s**t, this loooks amazing." Beer back on the table, she leaned forward to grab the smaller plates, handing one to Zane while taking one for herself.