Ching Tai - Monday Evening

[death_of_hope]

As per the plans she had handwavily  made with John after their lake-dunking on Friday, Anemone found herself enjoying the nice weather as they meandered down the street towards the restaurant.

She grinned as she skipped along next to her date.  "So, if we have yummy things here, does that mean I’m excused from my regular pie-fairy duties tonight

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[apocalypsesoon]

"I'm not sure. You don't want to gift me with pie and company while watching awful movies that are culturally significant in their awfulness?" he said with a grin. At his date.

[death_of_hope]

"I didn't say that!" She stuck her tongue out as she poked at his ribs. "I just didn't have pie class today, so I don't have anything ready-made. You'd either have to wait while I went back to the dorms to cook, or put up with me puttering around in your kitchen."

"No class for a week. No more ethics class ever." Anemone had a positively dreamy look in her eyes. "I'm pretty sure I even passed. This calls for tasty treats."

[apocalypsesoon]

"You're welcome to putter around any time," he said. "You still have the key? Just don't wake me up if you have hankering to cook at sunrise or something. Or take over one of the dorm common rooms and bake like a banshee. Or other demon-y thing that bakes," he said. "And congrats on probably passing! I'm sure you did better than I did."

[death_of_hope]

"Why would I come over to cook at your place at sunrise? You're the one who asked me for pancakes the other morning, I didn't offer. I also didn't make them, but that's beside the point."

"You couldn't have done thatbadly at ethics, right? I don't think I'm getting failed, and I suggested shooting Umbridge."

[apocalypsesoon]

"I think any Fandom Ethics prof would say shooting Umbridge is a good ethical choice, especially after what she's done. I hope we get Zoe back or someone who's not a complete ass so things get back to normal. Well, for Fandom, y'know?"

He shot her a grin. "I'm just saying, if you want to come over and pester me or use the kitchen, just don't make it too early. I get cranky when I don't sleep enough."

[death_of_hope]

"Mmm. I shall be a sneaky Anemone if I am forced to make an early morning visit, although that probably won't be an issue, as I am also a lazy Anemone in the mornings. Can I say how lovely the idea of sleeping in for a whole week is?" Anemone sighed happily. "I could stay up all night in the hot tub or reading or watching the television, and it won't matter."

She swept a deep curtsy as she opened the door to Ching Tai for him. "Sir, may I have the honor? I believe our table awaits us."

[apocalypsesoon]

He bowed. "Yes, milady. It will be an honor." He managed not to snicker, even. He tipped his head to the Maitre d' and gave him his name. "You look nice," he said, as they waited for their table.

[death_of_hope]

"You too. Between the two of us, we almost look respectable. Unfortunately, I think my hair color undermines our effort." she wrinkled up her nose as she twirled one strand. "Exposed as crazy thanks to the pink. Woe."

[apocalypsesoon]

"Hrm," he said with a wink. "I could always dye my hair pink for a night and then they won't stare at all at us." The headwaiter came back to lead them to their table, tucked in the back and romantically dimly lit.

[death_of_hope]

"Then you would be second John that I'm responsible for their hair turning pink, and people might start to look at me funny. Well, I don't think the other John knows my role in his adventure, but still. A pattern might emerge."

Anemone raised one eyebrow slightly at the secluded table, but allowed herself to be seated without comment. "So is there anything super-tasty that you suggest? Or shall we simply order the whole menu?"

[apocalypsesoon]

"I'd say order the whole menu. You're paying, right? Cuz we're both very modern people and can live in a society where the woman pays for the man." He looked solemn for a minute or two, and then snickered. So much for the poker face.

"Wait. You turned some John's hair pink? What happened?"

[death_of_hope]

"John Sheppard, in revenge for tricking my roommate into attending the date night at Caritas. Faile was not amused, so she lured him out of his room using pie, and I swapped out the contents of his shampoo bottle for something a bit more colorful. And glittery. I might have added glitter to his other hair products too." Anemone grinned mischievously. "I don't think the glitter caused any of this 'boykissy' you told me about."

[apocalypsesoon]

"You'd better hope not," he said. "Boykissy is serious business. Well, sorta. Oh, geez, what happened after that? And when am I going to meet this Fa-El who's not the angel?"

[death_of_hope]

"I dunno. I could ask her? We have such different schedules, I haven't seen her a lot lately. Probably because I've been off giving you tasty sweet pie-treats." Anemone kicked him under the table gently as she smiled. "Or falling in the ocean. That tends to put a damper on my social schedule."

[apocalypsesoon]

"I'm sure it was an epic battle," he said. "One which will be remembered in song. Oh. Right. I planned to duck into Caritas later tonight. There's something that I gotta do." Okay, that was so not playing footsies. Or was it? "I'd like to meet her, give her thanks for either not strangling you or keeping you sane. Or both."

[death_of_hope]

"She didn't freak out about Gulliver when she arrived, which is good. People tend to either immediately adore him, or just stand there and stare. We make a pretty good team. Neither of us is from anywhere near this strange reality that is Fandom, so we kind of just boggle at things together." Oooo! Chopsticks! Anemone picked hers up and started making them dance together. "I'm lucky, I read the entire roommate sheet, and some of the girls ended up living with a BOY. I couldn't just move in with a boy I didn't know."