Ching Tai - Monday Evening

[death_of_hope]

As per the plans she had handwavily  made with John after their lake-dunking on Friday, Anemone found herself enjoying the nice weather as they meandered down the street towards the restaurant.

She grinned as she skipped along next to her date.  "So, if we have yummy things here, does that mean I’m excused from my regular pie-fairy duties tonight

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[apocalypsesoon]

"I'm not sure. You don't want to gift me with pie and company while watching awful movies that are culturally significant in their awfulness?" he said with a grin. At his date.

[apocalypsesoon]

"Could you move in with a boy you did know?" he asked with a grin. "I managed to luck out and not have a roommie my two years here. Which is good, because I had my stuff booby trapped for a while. Not the best combination of having a roommate with a paranoid military type." John picked up the chopsticks and held them in the ready position. "So any clue what you want to order? I think there's a sampler platter or something with a bunch of different stuff. And it's good that you've got a good roommie."

[death_of_hope]

"Sampler!" Oh lord, she's bouncing. "Let's try lots of yummy things! Oooo...and pot stickers. I like pot stickers. And wontons. And tea!"

"Well, if your roommate was also paranoid, then it would be perfect. You'd draw a line down the center in chalk with a neutral zone at the door, and everything would be fine." The chopsticks were now doing a can-can in time to her feet swinging under the table. "I could probably move in with a boy I already knew if I had to. It might be a bit strange. I'm so used to having my own room, that even being with Faile is difficult sometimes, and she's one of the calmest people I've ever met."

[apocalypsesoon]

"Actually, I think that's how some people did it. And it's generally harder to steal clothes from your roommie if she's a different gender. Which reminds me, are you planning on stealing all my clothes or just most of 'em?" he teased. "And I'm glad that there hasn't been any fights with you and Faile. And you should give her some leftover pot stickers. If we have any left over. Sampler it is?" He stretched out a bit, inadvertently poking her with his attack toes, safely housed in boots.

[death_of_hope]

"I have not stolen any of your clothes!" she wrinkled her nose at him and her swinging shoes may have poked back under the table. "I borrowed them. They're folded and next to the sentient laundry pile. Unless the sentient laundry ate them, which is possible. I don't need to go around stealing your clothes, mine fit just fine."

[apocalypsesoon]

"I've noticed. Mine tend to be a bit large. Yet? Oddly enough, mine are dry when yours aren't. Go figure," he said with a grin. And poked her back under the table. Good thing there's a tablecloth, else the waitstaff would be taking bets on who'd win this fight.

"Hot tea? Iced tea? No tea? Looks like the waiter's coming over," he said.

[death_of_hope]

"You can fall in the ocean next time, and wear one of my dresses if you like. I'm sure you'd be quite stylish. But your clothes were very comfy, and I appreciated the loan."

Fight? What fight? Fight implies that the outcome is in doubt. Oh wait, that would be her poking back.

"Jasmine please, hot."

[apocalypsesoon]

"I don't think I'll fit, and I think you just want to see a wet t-shirt contest," he said innocently.

Which is when the waiter decided to appear in that magical ninja style of appearing whenever you're chewing or busy or just saying the wrongest thing possible. John ordered the sampler, pot stickers, won tons with plum sauce, jasmine hot tea, and teriyaki chicken. oh, wait, did anemone want to eat, too? :D

[death_of_hope]

Anemone smiled at the lovely waiter with the perfect timing, and there may have been another discreet kick under the table aimed at John's shins. Ah, the joy of heels.

"I got the wet t-shirt contest on Friday, remember? Not to mention our hot tub adventures. What are the judging requirements? I'm pretty sure we could pick a winner now, if you really want." Yeah, the attempt at an innocent face doesn't suit her well.

[apocalypsesoon]

"Hrm, I think you'd win," he said, looking down at his chest...and then looking at hers, his innocent face working as well as hers is. "Always up for a formal competition, if you're game."

Oh, darn, he's trying to trap her feet to remove the Weapons of Massive DeShinning with his ninja attack toes (still sheathed safely in shoes).

[death_of_hope]

Curses, stupid boots. Anemone wiggled her feet away to tuck them neatly against her seat.

"I would hope so. If you're my only competition, I'd cry if I lost. Or are you proposing an all-Fandom formal contest? In which case, I might decline. I don't like loosing, and I can't win against some of those girls."

[apocalypsesoon]

"Well, it's not just a matter of size. It'd have to be a matter of technique, else it'd be whoever can't see her shoes wins, and that's no fun," he smirked. "And if I'm your competition, yeah, I think you'd win. However? I'd totally rock the swimsuit competition," he said, making manly poses.

"Wait. Wanna be my co-judge if we get the contest going?" he said wickedly.

[death_of_hope]

"For that comment I'm going to get you a swim suit with that little cartoon cat. Hello Kitty? Yes. Hello Kitty swim trunks. Just for you." One foot darted out to make a sneaky-ninja jab at his boots. "Co-judge? Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaybe. Do we get to keep the winner?"

[apocalypsesoon]

"Hey, I'd wear 'em, just to scar you back," he teased. And tried to counter her stealth-jab. And debated just putting his feet up on the seat to either side of her.

"And what would you want to do with the winner?" he asked innocently.

[death_of_hope]

"I have no emotional ties to Hello Kitty, I just think it would look very fetching on you, much like those gremlin boxers, only pink and cuter. Not that the gremlins aren't cute, just cute in a different way."

"Make them the cabana girl, of course. We need someone to serve the mimosas the next time we break into the hot tub." Anemone grinned as she tried to counter-counter his poke. "The three runners up can be her minions. We'll have an entire staff of cabana girls."

[apocalypsesoon]

"I like the way you think," he said. "Dude, I'll wear pink swim trunks if we get cabana girls. That'd rock!" He was so not wanting to be in a hot tub right then.

"And it's good to know I look fetching in gremlin boxers. I have school spirit, yes I do. I have school spirit, how 'bout you?"