The bread alone was worth the visit, and Hadama selected a second roll after his first one had mysteriously vanished from his plate. This time he dipped a knife into the cinnamon butter, applying the sweet spread liberally to the fresh, soft roll as Lena shared the Celestine's routine and her own improvements besides. "I would like to see the gardens," he murmured, curiosity piqued though he was not particularly blessed with a green thumb. He still enjoyed the color and aroma of blooming flowers and took inspiration for his metalcraft from the patterns of nature in curling ferns and scalloped leaves.
Lena's self control was rewarded as their entrees appeared in the heels of her question, the blink hares arriving on warm plates in their respective sauces, with a colorful serving of lightly steamed vegetables on the side. Hadama gave a quiet thanks to their waiter before lifting his knife and fork to apply them to the savory meat, and for a long moment his friend's question went unanswered as he let the first bite melt in his mouth. He gave a sigh of quiet contentment after it was gone, and then smiled across the table at his friend, inclining his head in a half-bow of gratitude for her excellent recommendation. "Mmh. Torchline endures, though it is not without its... colorful moments. Last week a young monkey wandered out of the jungle and into the Port. A single small monkey is not a problem, though it stole some fruit from a merchant. The problem arose when its family came after it, and discovered the Rum Fountain..." An entire troop of drunken monkeys running amok was, in fact, something of a problem, although in hindsight it had been a rather humorous one and no one had gotten injured.
The meal passed in similar anecdotes and light gossip, stories shared between the Celestine and the Coast. A lantern against the shadows of the future, resolutely held as a reminder of the normalcy that they were fighting for. When the last bite of dessert had vanished and the check had been dealt with the two went their separate ways, but the Tidebreaker was lighter for the time spent with a friend.
~Fin
Lena's self control was rewarded as their entrees appeared in the heels of her question, the blink hares arriving on warm plates in their respective sauces, with a colorful serving of lightly steamed vegetables on the side. Hadama gave a quiet thanks to their waiter before lifting his knife and fork to apply them to the savory meat, and for a long moment his friend's question went unanswered as he let the first bite melt in his mouth. He gave a sigh of quiet contentment after it was gone, and then smiled across the table at his friend, inclining his head in a half-bow of gratitude for her excellent recommendation. "Mmh. Torchline endures, though it is not without its... colorful moments. Last week a young monkey wandered out of the jungle and into the Port. A single small monkey is not a problem, though it stole some fruit from a merchant. The problem arose when its family came after it, and discovered the Rum Fountain..." An entire troop of drunken monkeys running amok was, in fact, something of a problem, although in hindsight it had been a rather humorous one and no one had gotten injured.
The meal passed in similar anecdotes and light gossip, stories shared between the Celestine and the Coast. A lantern against the shadows of the future, resolutely held as a reminder of the normalcy that they were fighting for. When the last bite of dessert had vanished and the check had been dealt with the two went their separate ways, but the Tidebreaker was lighter for the time spent with a friend.
~Fin
