Taste of Thai, Thursday Evening

[seeks_truth]

Cassandra had not been this nervous about Garik since around this time last year, and she hated it fiercely. She had done nothing wrong. Garik's opinions might have been wrong, but he, too, had done nothing wrong. There was absolutely no reason for their association to feel as tenuous and fragile as it now did, and yet: it did

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[gavegoodface]

Face showed up on time, dressed up but not too dressed up.

"Hey," he said by way of greeting. "I like your hair."

That was a safe topic right?

[seeks_truth]

It was a pain in the arse, was what the hair was, and Cassandra suddenly had to struggle not to touch it. "Thank you," she said, a mite bit stiff. She gripped her hands together. "And you are looking... well today. All across the, ah. You look nice."

[gavegoodface]

She was going to figure out what to do with it eventually?

"So we're both looking good then."

[seeks_truth]

If by 'figure out' you meant 'chop it off in a fit of irritation and then leave it that way, braiding the longer bits so it didn't show', yes.

"That we are," Cassandra said. There was a long pause.

Then she facepalmed. "Maker. I am ridiculous."