Nodding to the question, he decided he was comfortable pursuing the subject of his job teaching, at least. Jobs were a safe, normal topic, right? “Modern Ma-“ He started and then stopped mid sentence as the loud stomach growl from Terra registered and the mage raised a brow at the man across the table.
A second or two ticked by quietly as his mind raced as it tried to work out if Terra had indicated being hungry before. Should he have assumed that he was and ordered food when he got drinks?? Well - says a voice that sounds suspiciously like Reines in his head - Dates usually involve food. A meal is generally anticipated. But he also DID say Terra should let him know if he wanted something else, and he didn’t… did he? No, no, he hadn’t!
The small back-and-forth argument with himself took no more than that quiet second or two before he pushed up from his seat swiftly. “You should have told me you were hungry. I meant it when I said to tell me if you wanted anything else.” He says, tone a touch stern (grumpy) and awkward.
Let it be known: He’s not upset with Terra (well he is a little that he didn’t ask for food when more than drinks were offered!) so much as with himself for not being better at this and doing the sensible thing that seemed obvious now and getting something right off the bat.
So, feeling a little ruffled and out of his element, he was going to put a pause on the question and the conversation until this was sorted, clearly! “What do you like, and is there anything you’re allergic to?” He says, gesturing firmly to the little table menu. These are the important questions, of course!
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A second or two ticked by quietly as his mind raced as it tried to work out if Terra had indicated being hungry before. Should he have assumed that he was and ordered food when he got drinks?? Well - says a voice that sounds suspiciously like Reines in his head - Dates usually involve food. A meal is generally anticipated. But he also DID say Terra should let him know if he wanted something else, and he didn’t… did he? No, no, he hadn’t!
The small back-and-forth argument with himself took no more than that quiet second or two before he pushed up from his seat swiftly. “You should have told me you were hungry. I meant it when I said to tell me if you wanted anything else.” He says, tone a touch stern (grumpy) and awkward.
Let it be known: He’s not upset with Terra (well he is a little that he didn’t ask for food when more than drinks were offered!) so much as with himself for not being better at this and doing the sensible thing that seemed obvious now and getting something right off the bat.
So, feeling a little ruffled and out of his element, he was going to put a pause on the question and the conversation until this was sorted, clearly! “What do you like, and is there anything you’re allergic to?” He says, gesturing firmly to the little table menu. These are the important questions, of course!