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[doesitanyway]

Cooking in these times is an art I haven't yet mastered.

[ But he might ask someone to teach him so he can impress her, now, seeing how much she enjoys modern food. ]

[blasphemare]

Ah...

_{[Cooking. That's right. She's going to have to learn how to do that...at least the modern way.]}

I only know how to cook over an open fire.

[doesitanyway]

Maybe we can learn together.

...

Maybe we should find a tutor.

[blasphemare]

That's...actually a great idea.

_{[Don't mind her as she shoves another fry into her mouth.]}

Surely we can find someone who will be willing to show us how.

[doesitanyway]

All we need to do is ask on the network, probably.

[blasphemare]

Mm, probably. It's pretty interesting, this 'network'. I never would have thought it was possible to communicate with people in such a way. It's quite amazing.

_{[And mind blowing. Putting her focus back on her meal she begins to finish up what's on her plate, relaxing back in her chair once all that's left are fishbones on the plate.]}

That was good.

[doesitanyway]

All of the technology here is, but yes -- the network combines several different social phenomenons at once. A community board and a distance mirror, for many people at once all in real time.

[ He smiles at her again as he finishes his own plate, setting his fork down. ]

Just the thing after an active day, hm?

[blasphemare]

It hit the spot.

_{[It honestly was exactly what she needed.]}

Although now I'm not sure I want to stand up again.

[doesitanyway]

Am I going to have to carry you home?

[ He's joking, but also perfectly capable, and no one would bat an eye. ]

[blasphemare]

Luckily for you my legs still work.

_{[And to prove as much she pushes herself up to stand.]}

[doesitanyway]

The bill, Sypha.

[ He passes her the currency once again -- not minding paying for her for awhile, as he's working and relatively 'kept' now that he's in a contract. But once she's paid he's standing as well, guiding her back towards her tower. ]

[blasphemare]

_{[Taking the money she pays the waitress, happy to hand it over. Whatever change she's given she passes back to Trevor once they're out of the restaurant.]}

How long do you think it'll take to walk back?

[doesitanyway]

Not too long. If you're tired we could take the train, it loops back towards the elevator.

[blasphemare]

I'll use my legs.

_{[She grabs his arm, tugging him forward...in the wrong direction. It's fine. She doesn't know where she's going.]}

[doesitanyway]

It's this way, Sypha. That's the waterfront.

[ He doesn't blame her for being confused, given the meandering path they took to get here, but steers her back the right way. ]

[blasphemare]

...I knew that.

_{[She didn't. Thankfully it doesn't take too long for the two of them to make their way back to her apartment. Door unlocked she kicks off her sandals, moving to flop herself down onto the sofa.]}

We made it.

[doesitanyway]

We did.

[ Trevor hovers near the door, not sure if he's meant to stay... but there is that one thing they still need to talk about. That he doesn't know how to bring up. ]

It's getting a bit late... shall I leave you to rest?

[blasphemare]

You're not going to stay a bit?

_{[There's a sigh at that as she sits up on the sofa, watching him hover in the doorway.]}

Sick of me already?

_{[She's joking of course.]}

[doesitanyway]

Ah-- not at all.

[ He can feel color rising to his cheeks as he steps out of his shoes and further into the apartment. Well. This won't be eloquent, but perhaps he can just get it out. ]

I actually though I should ask. If you've considered quota yet...

[blasphemare]

_{[Ah. His question gives her pause, those blue eyes of hers widening, color tinting her cheeks.]}

It crossed my mind, yes...

_{[It was kind of hard to really forget about it when everything around them was steeped in sex.]}

[doesitanyway]

If you think you might need to work up to it, we should... probably start working... you know, so as not to rush things.

[ Is he making sense? He feels like he's not making sense. ]

I'm sorry, I'm not making this sound very romantic--

[blasphemare]

No, it's okay. It's not your fault.

_{[What is she even supposed to expect him to say anyway? It's not like she has any idea how to go about this the right way. The last thing she needs is to let her embarrassment overtake her. Her hands find her face for a moment as she takes a breath, before reaching out to pat the space on the sofa beside her. C'mere Trevor.]}

[doesitanyway]

[ Oh thank god. One of them is at least a little smooth. Trevor looks relieved when she pats the couch, coming over and sitting beside her. And then it's natural enough to put his arm around her, like he's done so many times before... it still stings that she doesn't remember, but they're making new memories now. Hopefully he doesn't screw it up. ]

My first time here was in an elevator, heavily drugged. I just don't want that sort of thing to happen to you.

[blasphemare]

...That's terrible.

_{[Way to put her in the mood, Trevor. His arm around her is a welcome weight however, and she leans into the touch.]}

I'm sorry.

[doesitanyway]

Actually I was lucky who I was stuck with, it could have been far worse. I'm only telling you so you understand why I-- I don't mean to push you.