Il Pollo, Monday Night

[whateverknight]

Jono hadn't come out of his room today -- and Squall wasn't entirely sure he was actually in there -- but today was Rinoa's birthday, and that meant a celebration.

Squall smiled across the table at Rinoa once they were seated. "Another year, another celebration," he observed. "I'm glad we get to have this one in Fandom."

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[angelo_wings]

Oh, hey, was everyone enjoying Rinoa's bling? She certainly was. She had a feeling Squall had just walked into a jewelry store and thrown a lot of money at whoever was working behind the counter. She was exactly the sort of princess to appreciate that.

"This is excellent champagne," she said. "You know, we should call this 'our' restaurant. I mean, officially. That's a thing, isn't it?"

They'd had plenty of dates here. Why not?

[whateverknight]

"I hope you mean 'unofficially'," Squall corrected her. "Between the magic shop and the card shop, we're running low on money." And the bling. Because it had been totally worth all the huge amounts of money it cost.

"But you're right -- the champagne is excellent."

[angelo_wings]

Rinoa waved off the thought. "I don't mean we should buy it," she said. "You know. A couples kind of thing. They have, like, 'our' song, and 'our' restaurant, and ... I'm not sure what else."

She lifted her glass of the really wonderful champagne (which certainly wasn't helping their financial situation). "What should we toast?"

[whateverknight]

"Oh, okay," Squall answered. "Then yes, this is definitely 'our' restaurant." He raised his glass to her and smiled. "To us," he said. "To Fandom. To coming home."