Piotr and Jake hold a conversation?!?

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Jake looked after Warren longingly, clenching his
wine glass. _How dare you leave me alone with the
Russian, you... you Malfoy!_ He slowly, reluctantly
turned to give Piotr a small smile. "So." There was a
pause. "Uh. How're you liking Manhattan?"

Obviously startled by the forced conversation, "Um,
well...well, it's pretty big," Piotr muttered. He
slowly made motions to cross his arms and legs to
make sure that even his body language was uninviting.

And if Jake had any sense equal to what god gave
ducks, he'd have smiled, nodded and walked off to talk
to Alberta. But, no, some perverse form of self
torture made him stay put and keep the awkward
conversation going.

As far as Jake was aware, he had absolutely nothing in
common with Warren's Russian, with the possible
exception that they'd both been to Russia in their
lives.

Jake was also a bit confused. He couldn't figure out
why Piotr kept _glaring_ at him. It was disconcerting.


"It is, yeah. ...Um. Did you have fun at FAO
Schwartz?"

"Da, Yana and I had fun playing with the toys," Piotr
cracked a smile at the memory but quickly remembered
what caused the seperation from Warren,
"and how was your lunch with Warren?" His lips
tightened.

"It was good." Jake nodded a couple of times.
"Warren's finally had Arretti's famous chocolate cake.
I can't believe he's never had it before. Sometimes I
really do forget how young he still is..." Jake
trailed off as he realised this was very nearly having
a civil conversation.

Piotr stood up, "Yes, well, I must use the toilets."
Piotr excused himself and rushed away from the forced
conversation.

Jake smiled and nodded and, praising god for his
kindness, went off to talk to Alberta.