Who: Dorian Gray and Armand St. Just
What: A candlelit dinner...
When: [dinner the last day of the flood]
Where: dining room (at a table for two)
Warnings: Well, they don't like each other...
There was a flood on. Armand knew it, although being stuck in bed most of day everyday defeated the Barge's efforts to put him in a compromising situation so far. But he had to eat. He'd run out of tea and crackers in his cabin and that was that. Armand dressed, in his regular comfortable gray suit. He considered wearing his cloak on top of it just to keep warm, but the hallways were warmer than he'd thought. By the time he'd gotten through the food line with something that looked like a multi-course dinner arranged on a tray despite his protests that he couldn't possibly eat all that. It smelled delicious though.
He picked a table, wondering a bit about the thick white tablecloth, the crystal water glasses and lit candles, but he was glad to be sitting down. Still, a lovely meal like this wasn't something just to dig into. He arranged the dishes on the table and sat down in one of the chairs. He carefully put the soup plate in front of himself and said a brief prayer before digging in.