( Welcome to the way she treats everyone she meets, Caim. She's more than happy to try and share food and some idle kindness with strangers who seem a little rougher around the edges— she worries for the penchant of others to let themselves get near enough to crystallizing as they can, and he hasn't presented himself as a terribly eager person for moonlacing. He hadn't even taken her hand when he approached.
It feels like the least she can do, without the faintest idea he's royalty. At least with her around, he's in no danger of rousing the Knights' attention; she's the mitigating sort and would more than gladly step in and deescalate whatever situation arose. For now, it's just two people helping one another out and sharing some garlic bread. Perhaps one day she'll be bored and clever enough to work on a neural transmitter for it, giving him thought-to-speech instead of having to type in the interim, but even that is a bit beyond her capabilities with the supplies she has available to her here. Not that that often stops her. She created kevlar materials to weave into straps for prosthetic braces for someone else already in her time here.
The remark she gets in reply just has her laughing softly, shaking her head with a smile. )
No, it means I want help finishing the food I've ordered so it doesn't go to waste. And because you looked like you were enjoying it. I like to share.
( Oh dear, you need a haircut, don't you... It's about that time for everyone here, she supposes, having been here some months at the least. Here, let her. She's reaching back up under her ponytail and producing a bobby pin to offer him. If he remains still, she'll reach over and pin about a third up near his ear just to free up an eye. She won't make you look silly with an outright side-sweep or anything. )
I never quite eat enough to clear a plate in restaurants, honest. I don't mind. ( As if on cue, as he's actually saying something quite sweet about her company, the waiter approaches to ask after— "Oh, will you require another menu, Miss Ziegler?" which she only waves away and picks hers up to offer Caim. )
The mushroom gnocchi, please? And whatever my friend would like. He won't be rid of me so easily.
( As if it's some sort of secret, even as she speaks it aloud with a twinkle of mischief in her eyes and a polite chuckle from the waiter. )
oh la la, prince caim~ also is it ok if I add you on plurk for future plot stuff?
It feels like the least she can do, without the faintest idea he's royalty. At least with her around, he's in no danger of rousing the Knights' attention; she's the mitigating sort and would more than gladly step in and deescalate whatever situation arose. For now, it's just two people helping one another out and sharing some garlic bread. Perhaps one day she'll be bored and clever enough to work on a neural transmitter for it, giving him thought-to-speech instead of having to type in the interim, but even that is a bit beyond her capabilities with the supplies she has available to her here. Not that that often stops her. She created kevlar materials to weave into straps for prosthetic braces for someone else already in her time here.
The remark she gets in reply just has her laughing softly, shaking her head with a smile. )
No, it means I want help finishing the food I've ordered so it doesn't go to waste. And because you looked like you were enjoying it. I like to share.
( Oh dear, you need a haircut, don't you... It's about that time for everyone here, she supposes, having been here some months at the least. Here, let her. She's reaching back up under her ponytail and producing a bobby pin to offer him. If he remains still, she'll reach over and pin about a third up near his ear just to free up an eye. She won't make you look silly with an outright side-sweep or anything. )
I never quite eat enough to clear a plate in restaurants, honest. I don't mind. ( As if on cue, as he's actually saying something quite sweet about her company, the waiter approaches to ask after— "Oh, will you require another menu, Miss Ziegler?" which she only waves away and picks hers up to offer Caim. )
The mushroom gnocchi, please? And whatever my friend would like. He won't be rid of me so easily.
( As if it's some sort of secret, even as she speaks it aloud with a twinkle of mischief in her eyes and a polite chuckle from the waiter. )