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xp_logsTopaz treats Ty to a Brazilian restaurant.
"Are you ever going to turn that thing over?"
Topaz couldn't help but be a little amused as she watched skewer after skewer of meet marched to the table, Ty gleefully taking everything he was offered. Sadly, a Brazilian Steakhouse didn't offer much for vegetarians. But she'd put together a good salad.
Ty stared pointedly at his plate, only marred by some streaks of the meat that had briefly graced its surface. "Probably some day." He reassured her.
She looked at the knob on the edge of the table, which had been turned to green since the moment they'd sat down, signaling that more meat was indeed welcome. It had been a never-ending parade so far.
Right on cue, two more men with skewers came to the table. "Filet mignon wrapped in bacon?" one offered.
"Roasted chicken?"
Topaz raised an eyebrow at the filet mignon. "You know, I'm not even that strictly religious, and I'm still pretty sure that is sacrilege."
Ty rubbed his hands together as he took one of each. "Don't you mean sacrilicious?"
"I'm going to make you walk home."
Ty was very polite, finished chewing and wiped his mouth with his napkin before he spoke. "Empty threat when you know I'll be waiting on your couch when you get there. Wait, is that sirloin?"
"It's the thought that counts," Topaz said dryly.
The waiter with the sirloin skewer heard Ty, and turned to their table. "Would you like some?"
Once his plate was sufficiently covered in glorious protein, Ty dug in. His eyes didn't leave his plate as he asked, "so what were we doing in London?"
She hadn't been stupid enough to think Ty wouldn't ask. She had just.... hoped a little. "Delivering a message," she said simply, shrugging and poking at her salad. "Don't have his number and don't really want him having mine. Besides, there's something wonderful about letter writing. It's a shame we've let it fall to the wayside in favor of text and email."
Ty nodded along while he chewed. "Is it done? Are you safe?"
Topaz actually smiled, albeit somewhat wryly. "Safer than I've been in seven years."
"Are you ever going to turn that thing over?"
Topaz couldn't help but be a little amused as she watched skewer after skewer of meet marched to the table, Ty gleefully taking everything he was offered. Sadly, a Brazilian Steakhouse didn't offer much for vegetarians. But she'd put together a good salad.
Ty stared pointedly at his plate, only marred by some streaks of the meat that had briefly graced its surface. "Probably some day." He reassured her.
She looked at the knob on the edge of the table, which had been turned to green since the moment they'd sat down, signaling that more meat was indeed welcome. It had been a never-ending parade so far.
Right on cue, two more men with skewers came to the table. "Filet mignon wrapped in bacon?" one offered.
"Roasted chicken?"
Topaz raised an eyebrow at the filet mignon. "You know, I'm not even that strictly religious, and I'm still pretty sure that is sacrilege."
Ty rubbed his hands together as he took one of each. "Don't you mean sacrilicious?"
"I'm going to make you walk home."
Ty was very polite, finished chewing and wiped his mouth with his napkin before he spoke. "Empty threat when you know I'll be waiting on your couch when you get there. Wait, is that sirloin?"
"It's the thought that counts," Topaz said dryly.
The waiter with the sirloin skewer heard Ty, and turned to their table. "Would you like some?"
Once his plate was sufficiently covered in glorious protein, Ty dug in. His eyes didn't leave his plate as he asked, "so what were we doing in London?"
She hadn't been stupid enough to think Ty wouldn't ask. She had just.... hoped a little. "Delivering a message," she said simply, shrugging and poking at her salad. "Don't have his number and don't really want him having mine. Besides, there's something wonderful about letter writing. It's a shame we've let it fall to the wayside in favor of text and email."
Ty nodded along while he chewed. "Is it done? Are you safe?"
Topaz actually smiled, albeit somewhat wryly. "Safer than I've been in seven years."
