[Honestly, she could imagine worse than chilling glares to send them running. His voice would too, with the right words. Unless it was the stalker woman. She might actually like it. But let's not think about her for a while. It's time to enjoy some porkchops!
When he takes up his wine, she does too, but doesn't take a sip with him.]
I had a little fun. I'm more surprised you managed that entire piece in one bite!
[She wasn't betting on it at all and had intended it to be his downfall. Instead, he was the one who won in the end. Not that either of them are counting, right? But rather than sip her wine, she holds out the glass as if she's about to make some elaborate toast and waits for him to do the same.
And when he does...]
To a quiet dinner, and good company, yeah?
[They're in a fancy restaurant, it only feels fitting to toast to that!]
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When he takes up his wine, she does too, but doesn't take a sip with him.]
I had a little fun. I'm more surprised you managed that entire piece in one bite!
[She wasn't betting on it at all and had intended it to be his downfall. Instead, he was the one who won in the end. Not that either of them are counting, right? But rather than sip her wine, she holds out the glass as if she's about to make some elaborate toast and waits for him to do the same.
And when he does...]
To a quiet dinner, and good company, yeah?
[They're in a fancy restaurant, it only feels fitting to toast to that!]