[He sits across from her, taking in the view of the restaurant - it doesn't seem to have changed much in four months, but it's still nice to see - then fetches a menu to peruse.]
I'll eat anything that isn't seafood. I prefer chicken, though, if they have anything... fancy.
[For lack of a better term. He's so used to plain, home-cooked meals, it's been ages since he's gone to a restaurant.]
[action; october fourteenth]
I'll eat anything that isn't seafood. I prefer chicken, though, if they have anything... fancy.
[For lack of a better term. He's so used to plain, home-cooked meals, it's been ages since he's gone to a restaurant.]