[ there's a soft snort, at that. thirty-five. what a brat. but as he continues, her eyebrows arch a little, surprised. or maybe not. she supposes she's never asked what his preferences were.

maybe because she's never really envisioned him with anyone else but her. ]

I always wondered what Geels' first words were, to you.

[ she muses, as she pauses outside the restaurant door, glancing over the outdoor menu. she doesn't bother answering about her preferences concerning dinner - she wants to eat on the roof, so she will. ]

No wonder you keep it so closely under wraps. The scandal that would be, the future of the Dregs running off with the Black Tips.

[ she pauses for half a moment. ]

Whipped cream or no?

[ :) ]