Lee/Marcine - Of like, comfort food and stuff.
Happens riiiiiiight after this.
Lee looked remarkably similar to a kicked puppy right now, didn't he? Ordinarily, she wouldn't care, but combined with last night... ? Marcine felt bad. Damn. No wonder Sei had asked her to lose, right? Still, she couldn't fudge it or something, it just wasn't in her nature... so, plan 'cheer up the short one' came into action! [Too bad she sucked at this.] "Where do you want to go?"
"Dunno," Lee mumbled, kicking at a rock at his feet. Damn. He lost to Marcine at picking up chicks. What the fuck... He didn't suck that badly at it, did he? Bet she cheated, he thought darkly.
... This was hard. Fuck. She was a lot happier when she didn't know that the ACTUAL sadface Lee had was so... so... ... damn. Was there a word for that? Awkwardly, she laid a hand on his shoulder, and gave him a weird, strained sort of smile. 'Maybe I shouldn't look at him. Damn.' "Cheer up? It's not that bad..." Her voice trailed off. FUCK SHE SUCKED AT THIS.
He looked up, scowling from under the wide brim of his top hat. "Yeah. Not that bad." He made a soft snort. "Got my ass handed to me." By Marcy. What had he done to make Freya rain piss on him the last two days?
... sdfjsdkfjlcnfgdf. "Three isn't that big of a number?" she volunteered. ... Well it wasn't okay. Sigh. Um um think of something-- "It's late. Have you eaten?" I mean, since they left at seven, and like, um, so, um, throw me a bone here dammit Lee.
"Nuh uh," he mumbled sullenly. He'd put the contest over food anyway. Women were always a higher priority than grub. But now he was damn hungry, and the loud growling of his stomach did nothing to hide it.
That worked! Pause. It wasn't that late [what, about eightish?], places were still open and stuff~~ "Then. Where would you like to eat?"
He looked up again, curiously. Was she trying to make him feel better? Nah. She couldn't. It was Marcy. Marcy hated him. She was probably just hungry herself and didn't want to leave him behind. "Dunno." Another mumble.
Twitch. Plan really not working. Stupid stupid stupid-- "Well. I don't know any restaurants... Are you sure you don't know?" Sigh.
"Anywhere's fine."
... Sigh. "Is that place okay?" Pointing out a... café or... something, here, OKAY MR. AMBIVALENT?
"Sure." He kicked at another pebble. Why'd she care?
Marcine held back the urge to groan and hit her head against the nearest solid object. "Let's go." She steered him over to it fairly quickly, because the half-hearted pebble kicking and the sadfacing was really getting to her dammit Lee stop that.
His frown lightened as soon as they were inside the cafe and he could smell food - good food - being cooked. Freya... His stomach gurgled loudly. "Y-yeah, this place is good," he mumbled, talking a bit faster than before.
That was better, marginally. She continued steering, over to a conveniently empty table and gestured for him to sit, sliding into a chair herself. "Order what you'd like." He... didn't eat too much, right? I mean, he was tiny!
...what he'd like, huh? A catlike smirk began to poke up the corners of his mouth, but he said nothing as he plopped into a seat and started to scan the menu. Ha! She'd regret sayin' that. No one offered that to him, not after they'd eaten with him once. If he could survive eleven of Vera's cookies, he could sure as hell empty a menu. "Whatchu gettin'?"
She... didn't like that look... pause. "I'm not sure." Another pause. "Maybe just a drink." Pauuuuuse. "And... you?"
He grinned at her. "Haven't decided yet." Oh-ho, when the waiter came and he did order... the look on Marcine's face just MIGHT make up for his losing the bet. MIGHT.
... Didn't like that look at all. Speaking of the waiter, hey sup gai howudoin? Marcine, like she said, ordered a drink. Coffee. A bit late for it, but you know, whatever... said waiter turned to Lee, "And you, sir?"
He took a deep breath. "The honey garlic chicken, clam chowder, fettucini alfredo, lobster bisque, medium-rare steak, rice noodles, lemon meringue pie, tiramisu, and uh..." He glanced at the menu, then happily back up at the waiter. "Caramel fudge pecan cheesecake." He waited cheerfully while the stunned man jotted all of this down and took the menu from Lee, seemingly to stave off any other requests he might have. The now-smiling guardian looked back to Marcine, all smiles. "'S great of you to take me out like this, Marcy!"
... ... Didn't like that look at all. Holy. Fucking. Shit. And Marcine, she was... utterly, utterly speechless. What the fuck? Where would he PUT all of that? ... Well, to be fair, she did offer, but. Holy shit.
If he ordered that much to spite her, there would be asskickings, regardless of how much sadfacing prior to it-- "Er." ... "Yes it is?"
He grinned at her. "You're a pal! Gracious winner and all that!" A sudden thought struck him, and his smile melted to a frown momentarily. "Shit, I forgot to order appetizers." His shoulders slouched, and he let out a loud sigh. "Guess we'll have to make do 'til then, huh?"
She rubbed her forehead. Wow. Just... wow. "Do you really need appetisers to go with the rest of that, Lee?" WASN'T IT A BIT EXCESSIVE, LEE? SERIOUSLY. ... Gracious winner? Whatever. He just wanted free food at her expense, but oh, he wasn't making that face anymore...
He blinked. "Well yeah. What else am I s'posed to eat until the real food gets here?" Geez, was she like... anorexic or something?
. . . "With the amount you've ordered? I think you'll be fine." He was going to eat all that. He was going to eat all that? He was... going... to eat all that... "... You'd better finish everything." FUCKING BETTER, BITCH.
"'Course!" He waved a hand dismissively. "Stomach of steel, Marcy! Ain't nothin' that could make this baby burst!" He patted it fondly as he spoke. And it was true, too. He hadn't gotten sick from eating too much once.
Huh. "You like Vera's cooking?" She rested her chin on her palm, and suddenly came to the conclusion that, despite all the shit they had given each other... they have never really talked. Of course, if beating his ass and then paying for a hojillion different entrées was required for the talks? No wonder.
"Yeah, 's pretty good." He smiled a bit weakly. "I mean, it wouldn't hurt if her cookies didn't, uh, dribble when she makes you eat 'em, but... jus' like eatin' cookie dough, right!"
She stared. Lee was inhuman. Had to be. Couldn't be serious. "I don't believe it..." She shook her head. "They gave some of the others food poisoning." wtf man wtf, right?
"Yeah, I heard 'em all night. It was gross." He leaned back in his seat, folding his arms behind his head against the back of the booth. "You eat 'em?"
She raised an eyebrow. "No. I don't eat cookies. Much less those from Vera."
"Prob'bly smart." He smiled brightly. "I'll probably get some freaky disease in ten years or somethin' from it. Like when you get arthritis from crackin' your knuckles or go blind from-" He cut himself off quickly, beginning anew with an even brighter smile. "Y'know, Marcy, you need to lighten up." He could smell the food oh Freya get here soon... "You're waaaay uptight."
"And deserve it." He was becoming less and less endearing by the minute. ... And. "Lighten up? Whatever do you mean? I'm not uptight." The sarcasm was so thick you could cut with a knife. ... Into blocks. And build a little sarcasm house and raise little sarcasm children that you'd end up killing because they were so fucking cheeky and...
"Well uh..." He leaned forward conspiratorily. "If ya don't mind me sayin', taking whatever it is you got shoved up there would totally help. Just. Y'know. Sayin'."
...
She was trying to be nice. When you are nice, you do not hit maim crush or kill people. Nice. Right. Nice. Got it. She gave him a smile and Look, which combined said something along the lines of 'it is killing me to be nice to you so don't make me regret it because I will make YOU regret it.'
Assuming you were fluent in Death Glare-ese, anyway-- "There is nothing there."
"Well then uh..." Ha. There totally was. And it was probably spiked. "Just, uh, take your head out of your a-" The waiter's arrival cut him off just in time, and his earnest expression switched instantly to one of a very, very happy little boy. Plate after plate was set in front of him, ridiculous in comparison to Marcine's single cup of coffee. Lee's knife and fork were already in hand, and he began to eat quickly almost as soon as the plates had touched the table.
She had already begun to cut him off though, "Listen. You--" HOLY SHIT FOOD.
The plates took up nearly the entire table. She picked up her cup, putting the plate it came on in her lap and shifted some of them to fill up the empty space-- those were uh, dangerously close to the edge there. Was that everything? Hopefully that was everything. She was sure that some of the other patrons were staring, and the ones that weren't were pointedly not staring. Christ Lord Freya on a STICK, Lee.
"Fugk zis is goo'!" Lee exclaimed happily through a mouthful of fettucini, not noticing the staring or the precarious plates or Marcine's discomfort. Mostly, the only thing he noticed was how much was on his fork and how quickly he could get it into his mouth. Shit, he needed to lose bets to Marcine more often.
It... took her a while to decipher that. Was Lee like, a garbage disposal in disguise as an obnoxious boy? "Glad you think so." There was a sharp contrast between uh... the two of them... especially with all the uh, food stuff. She sipped her coffee, waiting for him to finish, occassionally shaking her head and wondering why he didn't choke himself.
"Oo wa' shum?" He gurgled, mid-slurp of his soup. The fettucini was gone now, the soup nearly so. He was grinning ear-to-ear through his mouthful, and it didn't look as thought he was getting full in the slightest.
"... I'll pass."
"Ish real goo'," Lee insisted, gulping down the last of the soup before setting the bowl onto his empty fettucini plate. Chicken next! He dove in with his knife and fork, miraculously managing not to get any food on his coat or in his hair.
How did he do it? Does like, being the Star Guardian give you super duper food shovelling powers too? ... Sip. Head shake. There really, really wasn't a lot to say. "I'll take your word for it."
It took Lee a grand total of seventeen minutes, twenty-eight seconds to clean every plate, and at the end of it he was licking his fingers free of caramel, sated and hazy-smiled. "Freya, that was awesome," he mumbled happily. He was practically in the afterglow.
... And she was done with her coffee. Ah. Well. She set the cup and its plate back on the table. Things were a little less likely to fall over now, at least. "I'm glad you're happy." And the check? Oh Freya, the check. At least, at least she had enough to cover it, but oh Freya she would not be buying birdseed for a long time.
"Heh, yeah. Guess I'll be having a smaller dinner back at the Cathedral now." He stretched, then slumped back against the seat, his top hat tipping over his forehead. "Ready to go?"
She gave a resigned sigh-- another dinner what?-- and stood up, nodding. "Unless there's something else? Yes." ... She still couldn't believe he ate so fucking much, though. Even watching it happen? Unbelievable. Seriously.
He hopped to his feet, adjusting his hat and smoothing down his coat. "Let's get hoppin', then!" He put one arm around Marcine's shoulders, grinning.
[... can he REACH them?]
(shut up maybe)
He had to REACH for her shoulders. And she was now leaning over, having let herself get pulled down with his arm. She managed to detach herself after a bit, and straightened up. "Right." ... And after another bit, she put her arm on his hat... like he was an armrest. 8)
"Hey hey hey!" he protested, batting at Marcine's arm. "C'mon, that's no fair! Offa my hat!" Geez, everyone HAD to rub it in that he was short, didn't they?
Especially the tall ones! Ha ha, Lee. B) "Must I? It's at the perfect height." She dropped her arm anyway. Still um, trying to be nice. Kind of. ... Only a little bit.
"Just 'cause it's perfect don't mean you have to lean on it," Lee grumbled, readjusting his hat. But... he couldn't be too grumpy. After all, he had a stomach full of delicious food~ Things could only get so much better than that!
Oh but, but, his shoulder was way too low. Sigh. The suffering one had to endure! She smiled a bit, though. "You're so fussy. Honestly."
"Fuck you," he mumbled, lower lip stuck out in a pout. "See if you like people stickin' their arms on you and stuff."
"At least they're not stealing the hat." Which really was horribly tempting, you know. It'd probably look better on her, at least! "Besides. I don't have that problem." Shoulderpat, here. D'awww, you so widdle and cute, Lee.
"'Cause you're a fucking TOWER." He'd have a growth spurt...eventually...and then he'd show them!
Sure he would. Suuuuuure. "I'm not even the tallest," she pointed out dryly. And um, hey, how close were they to the Cathedral now? Prettttty close? :>
Hmph. "Don't hit your face on the clouds." He hopped up the steps to the cathedral two at a time, stumbling on the last and windmilling his arms for a moment before he regained his balance. Heheh... He hoped around to face Marcine, grinning sheepishly. "Thanks for the date, Marcy~"
She smirked at him. "Don't get stepped on." She just plain... walked up the steps, stopping at the top and raising an eyebrow. Date? Was it, now. ... "... You're welcome?" Not sure how to respond to that. That was uh, good enough though. Yeah.
Another flash of a grin, and then he raced off into the cathedral. "'Night~!"
Marcine rolled her eyes, not even bothering to respond. Time to do whatever until bed, then.
Lee looked remarkably similar to a kicked puppy right now, didn't he? Ordinarily, she wouldn't care, but combined with last night... ? Marcine felt bad. Damn. No wonder Sei had asked her to lose, right? Still, she couldn't fudge it or something, it just wasn't in her nature... so, plan 'cheer up the short one' came into action! [Too bad she sucked at this.] "Where do you want to go?"
"Dunno," Lee mumbled, kicking at a rock at his feet. Damn. He lost to Marcine at picking up chicks. What the fuck... He didn't suck that badly at it, did he? Bet she cheated, he thought darkly.
... This was hard. Fuck. She was a lot happier when she didn't know that the ACTUAL sadface Lee had was so... so... ... damn. Was there a word for that? Awkwardly, she laid a hand on his shoulder, and gave him a weird, strained sort of smile. 'Maybe I shouldn't look at him. Damn.' "Cheer up? It's not that bad..." Her voice trailed off. FUCK SHE SUCKED AT THIS.
He looked up, scowling from under the wide brim of his top hat. "Yeah. Not that bad." He made a soft snort. "Got my ass handed to me." By Marcy. What had he done to make Freya rain piss on him the last two days?
... sdfjsdkfjlcnfgdf. "Three isn't that big of a number?" she volunteered. ... Well it wasn't okay. Sigh. Um um think of something-- "It's late. Have you eaten?" I mean, since they left at seven, and like, um, so, um, throw me a bone here dammit Lee.
"Nuh uh," he mumbled sullenly. He'd put the contest over food anyway. Women were always a higher priority than grub. But now he was damn hungry, and the loud growling of his stomach did nothing to hide it.
That worked! Pause. It wasn't that late [what, about eightish?], places were still open and stuff~~ "Then. Where would you like to eat?"
He looked up again, curiously. Was she trying to make him feel better? Nah. She couldn't. It was Marcy. Marcy hated him. She was probably just hungry herself and didn't want to leave him behind. "Dunno." Another mumble.
Twitch. Plan really not working. Stupid stupid stupid-- "Well. I don't know any restaurants... Are you sure you don't know?" Sigh.
"Anywhere's fine."
... Sigh. "Is that place okay?" Pointing out a... café or... something, here, OKAY MR. AMBIVALENT?
"Sure." He kicked at another pebble. Why'd she care?
Marcine held back the urge to groan and hit her head against the nearest solid object. "Let's go." She steered him over to it fairly quickly, because the half-hearted pebble kicking and the sadfacing was really getting to her dammit Lee stop that.
His frown lightened as soon as they were inside the cafe and he could smell food - good food - being cooked. Freya... His stomach gurgled loudly. "Y-yeah, this place is good," he mumbled, talking a bit faster than before.
That was better, marginally. She continued steering, over to a conveniently empty table and gestured for him to sit, sliding into a chair herself. "Order what you'd like." He... didn't eat too much, right? I mean, he was tiny!
...what he'd like, huh? A catlike smirk began to poke up the corners of his mouth, but he said nothing as he plopped into a seat and started to scan the menu. Ha! She'd regret sayin' that. No one offered that to him, not after they'd eaten with him once. If he could survive eleven of Vera's cookies, he could sure as hell empty a menu. "Whatchu gettin'?"
She... didn't like that look... pause. "I'm not sure." Another pause. "Maybe just a drink." Pauuuuuse. "And... you?"
He grinned at her. "Haven't decided yet." Oh-ho, when the waiter came and he did order... the look on Marcine's face just MIGHT make up for his losing the bet. MIGHT.
... Didn't like that look at all. Speaking of the waiter, hey sup gai howudoin? Marcine, like she said, ordered a drink. Coffee. A bit late for it, but you know, whatever... said waiter turned to Lee, "And you, sir?"
He took a deep breath. "The honey garlic chicken, clam chowder, fettucini alfredo, lobster bisque, medium-rare steak, rice noodles, lemon meringue pie, tiramisu, and uh..." He glanced at the menu, then happily back up at the waiter. "Caramel fudge pecan cheesecake." He waited cheerfully while the stunned man jotted all of this down and took the menu from Lee, seemingly to stave off any other requests he might have. The now-smiling guardian looked back to Marcine, all smiles. "'S great of you to take me out like this, Marcy!"
... ... Didn't like that look at all. Holy. Fucking. Shit. And Marcine, she was... utterly, utterly speechless. What the fuck? Where would he PUT all of that? ... Well, to be fair, she did offer, but. Holy shit.
If he ordered that much to spite her, there would be asskickings, regardless of how much sadfacing prior to it-- "Er." ... "Yes it is?"
He grinned at her. "You're a pal! Gracious winner and all that!" A sudden thought struck him, and his smile melted to a frown momentarily. "Shit, I forgot to order appetizers." His shoulders slouched, and he let out a loud sigh. "Guess we'll have to make do 'til then, huh?"
She rubbed her forehead. Wow. Just... wow. "Do you really need appetisers to go with the rest of that, Lee?" WASN'T IT A BIT EXCESSIVE, LEE? SERIOUSLY. ... Gracious winner? Whatever. He just wanted free food at her expense, but oh, he wasn't making that face anymore...
He blinked. "Well yeah. What else am I s'posed to eat until the real food gets here?" Geez, was she like... anorexic or something?
. . . "With the amount you've ordered? I think you'll be fine." He was going to eat all that. He was going to eat all that? He was... going... to eat all that... "... You'd better finish everything." FUCKING BETTER, BITCH.
"'Course!" He waved a hand dismissively. "Stomach of steel, Marcy! Ain't nothin' that could make this baby burst!" He patted it fondly as he spoke. And it was true, too. He hadn't gotten sick from eating too much once.
Huh. "You like Vera's cooking?" She rested her chin on her palm, and suddenly came to the conclusion that, despite all the shit they had given each other... they have never really talked. Of course, if beating his ass and then paying for a hojillion different entrées was required for the talks? No wonder.
"Yeah, 's pretty good." He smiled a bit weakly. "I mean, it wouldn't hurt if her cookies didn't, uh, dribble when she makes you eat 'em, but... jus' like eatin' cookie dough, right!"
She stared. Lee was inhuman. Had to be. Couldn't be serious. "I don't believe it..." She shook her head. "They gave some of the others food poisoning." wtf man wtf, right?
"Yeah, I heard 'em all night. It was gross." He leaned back in his seat, folding his arms behind his head against the back of the booth. "You eat 'em?"
She raised an eyebrow. "No. I don't eat cookies. Much less those from Vera."
"Prob'bly smart." He smiled brightly. "I'll probably get some freaky disease in ten years or somethin' from it. Like when you get arthritis from crackin' your knuckles or go blind from-" He cut himself off quickly, beginning anew with an even brighter smile. "Y'know, Marcy, you need to lighten up." He could smell the food oh Freya get here soon... "You're waaaay uptight."
"And deserve it." He was becoming less and less endearing by the minute. ... And. "Lighten up? Whatever do you mean? I'm not uptight." The sarcasm was so thick you could cut with a knife. ... Into blocks. And build a little sarcasm house and raise little sarcasm children that you'd end up killing because they were so fucking cheeky and...
"Well uh..." He leaned forward conspiratorily. "If ya don't mind me sayin', taking whatever it is you got shoved up there would totally help. Just. Y'know. Sayin'."
...
She was trying to be nice. When you are nice, you do not hit maim crush or kill people. Nice. Right. Nice. Got it. She gave him a smile and Look, which combined said something along the lines of 'it is killing me to be nice to you so don't make me regret it because I will make YOU regret it.'
Assuming you were fluent in Death Glare-ese, anyway-- "There is nothing there."
"Well then uh..." Ha. There totally was. And it was probably spiked. "Just, uh, take your head out of your a-" The waiter's arrival cut him off just in time, and his earnest expression switched instantly to one of a very, very happy little boy. Plate after plate was set in front of him, ridiculous in comparison to Marcine's single cup of coffee. Lee's knife and fork were already in hand, and he began to eat quickly almost as soon as the plates had touched the table.
She had already begun to cut him off though, "Listen. You--" HOLY SHIT FOOD.
The plates took up nearly the entire table. She picked up her cup, putting the plate it came on in her lap and shifted some of them to fill up the empty space-- those were uh, dangerously close to the edge there. Was that everything? Hopefully that was everything. She was sure that some of the other patrons were staring, and the ones that weren't were pointedly not staring. Christ Lord Freya on a STICK, Lee.
"Fugk zis is goo'!" Lee exclaimed happily through a mouthful of fettucini, not noticing the staring or the precarious plates or Marcine's discomfort. Mostly, the only thing he noticed was how much was on his fork and how quickly he could get it into his mouth. Shit, he needed to lose bets to Marcine more often.
It... took her a while to decipher that. Was Lee like, a garbage disposal in disguise as an obnoxious boy? "Glad you think so." There was a sharp contrast between uh... the two of them... especially with all the uh, food stuff. She sipped her coffee, waiting for him to finish, occassionally shaking her head and wondering why he didn't choke himself.
"Oo wa' shum?" He gurgled, mid-slurp of his soup. The fettucini was gone now, the soup nearly so. He was grinning ear-to-ear through his mouthful, and it didn't look as thought he was getting full in the slightest.
"... I'll pass."
"Ish real goo'," Lee insisted, gulping down the last of the soup before setting the bowl onto his empty fettucini plate. Chicken next! He dove in with his knife and fork, miraculously managing not to get any food on his coat or in his hair.
How did he do it? Does like, being the Star Guardian give you super duper food shovelling powers too? ... Sip. Head shake. There really, really wasn't a lot to say. "I'll take your word for it."
It took Lee a grand total of seventeen minutes, twenty-eight seconds to clean every plate, and at the end of it he was licking his fingers free of caramel, sated and hazy-smiled. "Freya, that was awesome," he mumbled happily. He was practically in the afterglow.
... And she was done with her coffee. Ah. Well. She set the cup and its plate back on the table. Things were a little less likely to fall over now, at least. "I'm glad you're happy." And the check? Oh Freya, the check. At least, at least she had enough to cover it, but oh Freya she would not be buying birdseed for a long time.
"Heh, yeah. Guess I'll be having a smaller dinner back at the Cathedral now." He stretched, then slumped back against the seat, his top hat tipping over his forehead. "Ready to go?"
She gave a resigned sigh-- another dinner what?-- and stood up, nodding. "Unless there's something else? Yes." ... She still couldn't believe he ate so fucking much, though. Even watching it happen? Unbelievable. Seriously.
He hopped to his feet, adjusting his hat and smoothing down his coat. "Let's get hoppin', then!" He put one arm around Marcine's shoulders, grinning.
[... can he REACH them?]
(shut up maybe)
He had to REACH for her shoulders. And she was now leaning over, having let herself get pulled down with his arm. She managed to detach herself after a bit, and straightened up. "Right." ... And after another bit, she put her arm on his hat... like he was an armrest. 8)
"Hey hey hey!" he protested, batting at Marcine's arm. "C'mon, that's no fair! Offa my hat!" Geez, everyone HAD to rub it in that he was short, didn't they?
Especially the tall ones! Ha ha, Lee. B) "Must I? It's at the perfect height." She dropped her arm anyway. Still um, trying to be nice. Kind of. ... Only a little bit.
"Just 'cause it's perfect don't mean you have to lean on it," Lee grumbled, readjusting his hat. But... he couldn't be too grumpy. After all, he had a stomach full of delicious food~ Things could only get so much better than that!
Oh but, but, his shoulder was way too low. Sigh. The suffering one had to endure! She smiled a bit, though. "You're so fussy. Honestly."
"Fuck you," he mumbled, lower lip stuck out in a pout. "See if you like people stickin' their arms on you and stuff."
"At least they're not stealing the hat." Which really was horribly tempting, you know. It'd probably look better on her, at least! "Besides. I don't have that problem." Shoulderpat, here. D'awww, you so widdle and cute, Lee.
"'Cause you're a fucking TOWER." He'd have a growth spurt...eventually...and then he'd show them!
Sure he would. Suuuuuure. "I'm not even the tallest," she pointed out dryly. And um, hey, how close were they to the Cathedral now? Prettttty close? :>
Hmph. "Don't hit your face on the clouds." He hopped up the steps to the cathedral two at a time, stumbling on the last and windmilling his arms for a moment before he regained his balance. Heheh... He hoped around to face Marcine, grinning sheepishly. "Thanks for the date, Marcy~"
She smirked at him. "Don't get stepped on." She just plain... walked up the steps, stopping at the top and raising an eyebrow. Date? Was it, now. ... "... You're welcome?" Not sure how to respond to that. That was uh, good enough though. Yeah.
Another flash of a grin, and then he raced off into the cathedral. "'Night~!"
Marcine rolled her eyes, not even bothering to respond. Time to do whatever until bed, then.