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DOWNTOWN WHERE ALL THE LIGHTS ARE BRIGHT (action)

[otiosity]

[Hawke doesn't have much information to give. Or more like... she gets bored dealing with information and would rather simply kick some ass.

Or in this case, shamelessly mooch off her genius friend who never shuts up about the boring and yet unfortunately useful things that he knows. Because she's hungry and Tony is buying.

He's definitely buying, right?]

Are you taking me out on a date, Mr. Stark. Can I order the fanciest wine on the menu and you can explain things like its "mouthfeel".

[She takes his arm, trying to go for a silly girlish move but considering she's dressed like a hipster dyke, it doesn't really suit her.]

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[ Tony smirks at the antics. His mood is better than it's been in weeks, that's for sure; the promise of real, actual food will do that. He'd leapt through a tear in space-time on the promise of that alone. It's amazing what a month of nutrition blocks will do to a person. ]

Nobody's talking about mouthfeels. That's a strictly banned topic.

[otiosity]

We're on a date. You can't ban me from words or anything. That would be unbecoming of a gentleman.

[Tony isn't falling for the bait but she's happy to see him in a good mood. And also to eat. Even skinny mages get hungry sometimes.]

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[ He leads them down the weird cobbled streets, between the vendors and flower boxes and weird alien hosts. He doesn't know exactly where he's going, but he's figured out where the culinary quarter is, at least, and that's all that matters. ]

I'll trade you "umami" for "mouthfeel", but that's all I'm letting you have.

[ Literally no one, alien or otherwise, could mistake these two for being on an actual date. ]

[otiosity]

If you take "mouthfeel" away from me, you're not going to be having anything tonight, mister.

[HAWKE IS ACTING HER HEART OUT HERE. But it's mostly because she's in a cheerful mode at the idea of getting food and spending the afternoon messing around with Tony and maybe getting into the fun sort of trouble.]

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[ Will he give her the satisfaction of acknowledging any implied innuendo? Absolutely not. She'd revel in it. No smug reveling allowed, unless it's him. ]

You know what? I just gave you umami, that's a better word in every conceivable way. You should be thanking me. Empty, meaningless threats.

[otiosity]

Please don't talk about your mother on our date. It really kills the mood.

[Maker that's bad. IT'S SO BAD. So bad she almost has to turn away to stop herself from laughing at her own stupid joke. Embarrassing. Get better friends, Tony.]

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[ Definitely a solid 3/10. Maybe 4 for enthusiastic delivery, but that's being overly generous. ]

Why do I take you anywhere?

[otiosity]

Why indeed? Perhaps you ought to start seeing someone for all of these things you end up doing and then regretting. It might be starting to be a serious problem. I'm worried about you.

[She pats his arm as they turn into a small restaurant on the stone road by the sea. It's pure Europe. Like something that belongs in Italy. Except with chairs that are oversized to accommodate a variety of alien guests.]

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There isn't a therapist anywhere in the galaxy with enough free time for that conversation.

[ JUST saying

He gives a cordial half-bow to their alien hosts after they lead the duo to a table, wedged snugly on the open terrace so that they can look out over the water. ]

Food therapy is gonna have to cut it in the meantime.

[otiosity]

Probably the best choice, actually. No one will ever understand me like pudding does.

[Hawke replies with a cheerful fondness as she signals the waiter to pour them that's something like alien sangria.]

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[ Tony nods in solemn agreement to that, then lifts the glass of alien space booze to give it a curious sniff. God it smells like it has actual flavor and isn't anything remotely like vinegar.

He holds it aloft in a toast. ]

Cheers to eating and drinking too much but still being unrealistically fit and attractive.

[otiosity]

[She hits her glass against his with a small 'clink' and takes a large sip while Tony wastes time sniffing. Then she nods in serious agreement.]

We can't help that we were born beautiful. [She makes a "guns" pose which is just sad because Hawke is skinny as fuck like she always is.] And fit. I think those protein bars are helping.

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In the future we call it "Keto," and it's just as intolerable.

[ After they toast, he sucks the wine down so fast it's a miracle if he even tastes it. But maybe he does, since he looks down into his suddenly-mostly-empty glass with some small amount of awe. ]

Jesus, I almost forgot I had taste receptors.

[otiosity]

Your world sounds terrible.

[She downs her own glass and then signals the waiter for more wine.]

And also is that going to make going back to the ship even worse? Are you going to go Native here?