A Secluded Corner of the Beach, Sunday Evening

[raspberryturk]

There had been a handwavey dinner at one of those fancy new restaurants in town, where, naturally, Reno had excused himself to 'go to the bathroom' halfway through the meal, and had ended up paying for dinner while Rikku least expected it

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[the_merriest]

"I can't believe you did that," Rikku grumbled. "I was supposed to take you out. That was the whole point."

Yes, she was still upset. He didn't expect her to wave it off, did he?

[raspberryturk]

"We were out. You walked with me to the restaurant and everything," Reno pointed out. "Your company's good enough for me, zoto. I don't want you payin' for me to eat, too."

He really didn't expect her to wave it off. But he probably would have liked it if she somehow found it within her to do so. He wasn't picky, really.

[the_merriest]

"Instead, you paid for me," she said pointedly, seating herself on the blanket and looking up at him. Not as peevishly as she had been. "Your company's plenty good enough for me, too. You don't need to pay for me. But you did. See the gap?"

[raspberryturk]

"Kinda, I guess," Reno admitted, nudging at the corner of the blanket with his foot, to make sure it was all ... square, or whatever. "So I'm bein' kinda dumb or whatever. It ain't a big deal, is it? Just dinner, yo. Next time, you can pay."

... No, next time, he'd probably ninja the bill again.