"It's amaaaazing," Parker agreed, slipping one arm through his. "Just when I think we've seen everything--" Dubai, Rio, London, New York; everything on Earth. Heck, the Island was it's own kind of weird-and-special. But this was nothing she would've imagined. "If the food lives up to the surroundings, this is going to be awesome." She grinned. "Private booth! Good for footsie."
"Why would you be wrong?" Parker looked stumped for a moment, then smirked at him. "It's just that for once that's not the *only* reason I'm here. I wanna be here with my guys. And get new cutlery." She squeezed his arm and added, "Do you want a lobster fork? 'Cause I can arrange that."
"I would love a lobster fork," Hardison said with a low, rumbling chuckle. He loved anytime he got to see Parker do her thing. "Just make sure you steal Eliot back before we leave. I don't trust this place not to try to keep him with promises of weird, alien spices he ain't never tried before."
Parker beamed at him and said, "And maybe one of those teeny shrimp forks while I'm at it." Or something wilder! Something he could take apart and wonder what it was! "I was thinking that too, because this might be one place he might be willing to have a new boss for. I mean, look at the menus!"
"I got a irrational dislike of--" Hardison stopped before he finished his sentence, considering they were in a restaurant full of aliens. "Well, it ain't even all that irrational, considerin' what we done been through."
And it also wasn't a real dislike, more a real concern that they'd be kidnapped, mind-controlled, or otherwise pod personed.
"An' if anybody ever steps to my girl Tali, I'mma be pissed as hell," Hardison said, wrapping an arm around Eliot's waist. "I'm just sayin', it takes me awhile to warm up to, y'know, folks I don't know yet."
This, too, would pass. But it had been a very eventful month.
Eliot leaned into the arm and slung one around Hardison's in return. "There's decent security around here." And that was just the kind Eliot could actually recognize. "I'm sure if anything tries to attack ya, they'll at least make you both take it out to the parking lot."
"That's one hell of a view," he said, eyes glued to the window. "I dunno if I like it or if it's freakin' me out, but either way...damn."
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They were really, really big.
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Oh, you know. Work. Classes to teach. Rumors that the favorite cocktail might actually melt your brain. . . .
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And it also wasn't a real dislike, more a real concern that they'd be kidnapped, mind-controlled, or otherwise pod personed.
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This, too, would pass. But it had been a very eventful month.
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