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[windsorknot]

[ The restaurant that Arthur chose for the evening is a small, tastefully decorated venue. The staff even went so far as to set the mood with candle lighting this evening, which he doesn't really mind

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[overreached]

[ The joke gets a slight sound that isn't a laugh but there's humor inherent in the shift of her shoulders and the brief nod of her head. ]

Getting to Solutions today is like a training program. The worst training program ever imagined, specifically.

[ Yes that's her opinion on it as she'd much rather cut her way through some unsightly creatures to get to work than 'date' a vague thirty or forty people en route. Still, she lifts the menu on her side, gathering the gist of this 'option', scanning its contents. ]

At least it's you.

[ That is half muttered, but Arthur can likely pick up on it anyway. She is in no small amount of fervency thinking: at least it's not ____________. Sadly that blank can be filled with a fair few names though sitting across from Arthur automatically has Light filling in said blank with That Guy with the fake rock wall - William Pierce as it were or whatever. But if that's his real name Light will presently eat all of the silverware.

She's not stupid. She just doesn't care enough to press the issue. 'William' could be anyone. It doesn't matter to her. ]

[windsorknot]

So I noticed. Yet another curse, I'm sure.

[ Arthur snorts dismissively before going back to his menu. If he's heard what Lightning just muttered, he doesn't show any sign of it. ]

I'm not keeping you from work, am I?