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[ikols]

If I thought I was really screwing us up, I wouldn't be anywhere near you. For your own good, of course. I'm very bad for people.

[ Drawing her fingers over, he pecks them just as the drinks arrive. ]

Are you alright, Verity? I'll talk about myself all night long if I don't ask now.

[realistics]

I know you would. [Talk about himself. She's well aware of his bad habits by now, a rather common trend in recent and past events. But that's Loki.

She huffs into an amused smile, taking up her drink with a free hand, letting her nose poke at the rim of the glass.]

I'm fine. Taking things a lot easier than you are, for sure. But I'm making ... friends. I guess. Advantage to a place where people seem to be more openly honest, strangely enough. You'd think more assholes would be scouting the town.

[ikols]

If you run into any assholes, send them my way. I'll find a use for them where they have to be honest.

[ As the first course arrives at the same time as the drinks, he excitedly leans back to survey his ridiculously extravagant, entirely too common meal. Yes, good. ]

[realistics]

My knight in shining armor.

[Said flatly, but her smile remains nonetheless. The arrival of the food has her shaking her head with a laugh, sighing as she leans back in her seat, taking a lot upon the table at what should be a simple meal, but shouts out as being much too flashy.]

You really didn't need to do any of this, you know. [The dress, the limo, the restaurant. Everything, really.]