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you meet in a denny's
[ That's it. That's the prompt.
Favorite or not, hungry or no - perhaps there are even more magical forces at play this day - nevertheless, you are here, in a diner. You've simply ended up at this place, somehow, its warm atmosphere and warmer food ...
... The first may be a bit too warm, possibly. It's actually sort of crowded, with precious little seating available,
And so, here you end up - here you both end up - eyeing the final table, the final two chairs in the restaurant, with a total stranger.
What to do? ]
Favorite or not, hungry or no - perhaps there are even more magical forces at play this day - nevertheless, you are here, in a diner. You've simply ended up at this place, somehow, its warm atmosphere and warmer food ...
... The first may be a bit too warm, possibly. It's actually sort of crowded, with precious little seating available,
And so, here you end up - here you both end up - eyeing the final table, the final two chairs in the restaurant, with a total stranger.
What to do? ]
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[She blinks a little, and reaches out to take the tie--she pauses, and retracts her dominant hand, which has permanent ink stains on it, to reach with her other hand. Her nails are very nicely manicured, at least.]
I think I've heard of cafes in some of the richer satrapies, but such things are hardly common where I'm from.
[She pulls her hair back with the precision of someone who's had long hair her whole life. Though...
her hair's even longer than Lucifel's, come to think of it? It's more obvious when it's put up, too.] It's quite a selection...Mmm, and the syrup right on the table, he'd definitely enjoy that...