Library, Sunday

[gavegoodface]

During his re-shelving this morning Face had found the most amazingly trashy book. There were a bunch of place names and terms he didn't quite recognise, but that was hardly unusual, and he could always ask Cassandra for help where armour and weapons were concerned, which would be an adventure in and of itself, but the but the prose was the kind of ridiculous, fast paced kind that was so very readable.

Not to mention there were pictures, which were worth a thousand words, really.

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Re: Talk to Face

[seeks_truth]

"No, not particularly," she said. "I have never tried any of them before."

And she kind of wanted him to choose. Shh.

Re: Talk to Face

[gavegoodface]

"How about Il Pollo?" Face suggested. "Pizza Planet's good for a night in, but not really for going out." And unlike Cafe Fina, they'd had never employed magical cutlery, something which might have derailed the evening.

Re: Talk to Face

[seeks_truth]

Yes. That might have ended... poorly.

"Il Pollo, then," Cassandra echoed (even if she didn't pronounce that entirely right). "I... Yes. I will see you there this Friday."

Many training dummies would perish before that day.

Re: Talk to Face

[gavegoodface]

On the bright side, the squirrels had been and gone, so Anders other people Anders wouldn't find out until after the fact, unless Face did something stupid like ask for advice on culturally expected behaviour.

"Friday, then."

Re: Talk to Face

[seeks_truth]

"Yes."

Cassandra stared at him for a moment longer.

Then she shook her head, turned around, and stalked out of the library, wide-eyed.

She'd remember later she had planned to destroy the book before she left.

Re: Talk to Face

[gavegoodface]

Grinning, Face went back to reading the terrible, awesome book, because he wanted to finish it before Cassandra remembered she might have had ill-intent towards it.