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Post by Míriel Ithildin on Nov 15, 2004 20:22:55 GMT -5
A middle-aged Halfling walked around the room, smiling at some of the regular customers and exchanging a few words with some of them. Walking past Tinnu's table he smiled at her.
Welcome miss. Enjoying your meal?
His hands did not seem to stay in one place: in his pockets, out his pockets, playing with a pen, coins. He still kept looking at Tinnu, seemingly oblivious to this.
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Post by Ivren Hargweth on Nov 15, 2004 20:25:00 GMT -5
She eats her dinner and finishes her sake, and starts looking around again. Hm, not bad this food. Very strange, but not bad. She fiddles her earring a bit. Hm... A little plan starts bubbling up when the Halfling interrupts her train of thought. She smiles happily back at him.
Oh, oh yes, it was most excellent.
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Post by Míriel Ithildin on Nov 15, 2004 20:25:55 GMT -5
The waiter nodded before moving away.
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Post by Míriel Ithildin on Nov 15, 2004 20:28:27 GMT -5
She eats her dinner and finishes her sake, and starts looking around again. Hm, not bad this food. Very strange, but not bad. She fiddles her earring a bit. Hm... A little plan starts bubbling up when the Halfling interrupts her train of thought. She smiles happily back at him. Oh, oh yes, it was most excellent.That's good to hear miss, we aim to please. Anything else we can get you? Pen, coins, piece of paper. He stuck the pen behind his ear.
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Post by Ivren Hargweth on Nov 15, 2004 20:31:09 GMT -5
She smiles at the Halfling. He's funny.
No, well, unless you have some sort of desert, no.
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Post by Míriel Ithildin on Nov 15, 2004 20:34:20 GMT -5
We don't do much by way of desserts, miss. Icecream or tea, or coffee.
His hands came to rest for now, hanging from his belt.
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Post by Ivren Hargweth on Nov 15, 2004 20:35:25 GMT -5
Ah, no, no that doesn't seem quite right. Could you please bring me the cheque? Or have it brought me?
Smiling kindly.
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Post by Míriel Ithildin on Nov 15, 2004 20:42:01 GMT -5
Sure thing, miss.
The Halfling walked off, talking to other customers along the way.
The same waitress who had greeted Tinnu came over with the bill, which came to 5 goldpieces and some silver.
Here you are miss.
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Post by Ivren Hargweth on Nov 15, 2004 20:48:17 GMT -5
She smiles and puts six gold pieces on the table, then gets up.
It was a very good meal. My compliments to the chef.
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Post by Míriel Ithildin on Nov 15, 2004 20:52:39 GMT -5
The waitress smiled, genuinely pleased.
I'll pass them along miss. Thank you. You're welcome to come again.
She took the money, and walked off.
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Post by Ivren Hargweth on Nov 15, 2004 20:54:04 GMT -5
She smiles and walks towards the door. As she passes, her earring comes loose and drops to the ground. With a polite ting it falls at Kage's right foot. She doesn't seem to have noticed.
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Kage
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Post by Kage on Nov 15, 2004 21:03:04 GMT -5
*Kage sets down his now finished bowl of sake and catches the earring before it has the chance to hit the ground. He puts down the usual amount he pays here, which is about 20% over the usual price, 5% more for the food and 15% more for the service. As he does this, he stands and walks up to Tinnu.*
Ma'am?
*He holds his hand out and opens it. The earring rests in his palm.*
You dropped this.
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Post by Ivren Hargweth on Nov 15, 2004 21:07:05 GMT -5
She looks around and looks surprised at first, then smiles and blushes.
Oh- how clumsy of me. Thank you so much.
Her air radiates slight embarrassment, but there is a small edge in her eyes as they look at Kage's face that says something different. She smiles and takes the earring from him, her hand brushing past his.
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Kage
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Post by Kage on Nov 15, 2004 21:15:15 GMT -5
*Kage smiles when he notices the look. His own fingers curl upwards ever so slightly so they brush against palm and then her fingers as she takes the earring. His smile is genuine and pleasant enough.*
It is surprising to see that a woman such as yourself would have need of such trinkets. See how they escape you, trying to pull back the mask that hides your true beauty?
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Post by Ivren Hargweth on Nov 15, 2004 21:22:43 GMT -5
She smiles and blushes some more for good measure.
I inherited them, and I wear them in remembrance. Ah, it could have escaped in much worse places.
Her smile grows a barely noticable bit at the touch.
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