Ching Tai, Saturday Afternoon
Jono did not eat. He would have loved to, but it was somewhat difficult, all things considered. Which, naturally, meant that there was no food on his side of the room with which to feed hungry little time travellers who may or may not have stolen his bed.
And of course she didn't have money to feed herself with. You don't think about things like that when you go lunging into sentient mist in order to 'rescue' missing teammates, do you? And so it was up to Jonothon to play reluctant host, and to feed the girl.
"Get whatever yer want. The leftovers ought to at least keep until supper, Lee."
He was going to just sit there and give the waiter dirty looks for bothering to set a place for him at all.
[For the dazzling one, but open should anyone else want to drop in, as well!]
And of course she didn't have money to feed herself with. You don't think about things like that when you go lunging into sentient mist in order to 'rescue' missing teammates, do you? And so it was up to Jonothon to play reluctant host, and to feed the girl.
"Get whatever yer want. The leftovers ought to at least keep until supper, Lee."
He was going to just sit there and give the waiter dirty looks for bothering to set a place for him at all.
[For the dazzling one, but open should anyone else want to drop in, as well!]