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Post by Utaku Hisui on Jan 30, 2018 21:10:29 GMT -5
"If you do that, I'll join you. It would have more meaning," Hisui suggests, indulging Fuyuko's desire to die just a little bit.
Topic change was requested, so Hisui would oblige.
"Do you have any allergies or anything you'd prefer not to eat? So I know what not to order when we get there."
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Post by Doji Fuyuko on Jan 30, 2018 22:05:40 GMT -5
Fuyuko shakes her head. "Not really, none that I have found. I like most things to eat though I suppose if it's too spicy that makes me thristy." she says with a small sheepish smile. "I haven't eaten much Unicorn food so I am not sure what to expect though."
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Post by Utaku Hisui on Jan 30, 2018 22:08:58 GMT -5
She nods.
"Well, Unicorn food is...different. Maybe you can order something more traditional from the menu, in case it's not to your liking?" she suggests. "Mutton is a big part of our cuisine, but the restaurant offers more traditional alternatives for ingredients."
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Post by Doji Fuyuko on Jan 30, 2018 22:43:37 GMT -5
"I will try it. Bushido demands Courage and I will not have mine fail me. I will eat your food bravely and with honor." she says with a small nod. Seemingly serious about this line of thought.
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Post by Utaku Hisui on Jan 30, 2018 23:07:34 GMT -5
Hisui blinks, but does not object. She can't tell if it's a joke or not, and otherwise doesn't have the opportunity to ask. The car has stopped, and the driver opens the door so they can slip out.
The Unicorn steps out first, and then fixes any creases on her dress. She offers her hand to assist Fuyuko to her feet, too.
The restaurant looks like a small, intimate place. Not a place that has a large or wide clientele, based on the exterior. The size suggests and appearance suggests it's expensive. Which shouldn't be surprising, given the average Unicorn having a decent amount of discretionary funds. A Unicorn looking for a luxurious meal would, no doubt, have enough to pay for a good meal there.
"Well, in the interest of Courtesy, I offer you one final chance to ask for more traditional food. Once that menu is in my hands, I will order something you'd expect from a Moto kitchen."
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Post by Doji Fuyuko on Jan 30, 2018 23:17:51 GMT -5
The Crane is used to luxury even if she does not seek it out. After all a Magistrate must meet others where they are and in Crane lands many of them chose the nicer of the available locations. She gets out of the car, arm slipping into the other womans arm if allowed. "I will decline. And I will endure for your sake. i will learn to love your food."
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Post by Utaku Hisui on Jan 30, 2018 23:33:08 GMT -5
Allowed? No. Encouraged? With gusto.
Staff ushers them in, and Hisui quickly gets someone to show them a table. It's near a window on the second floor, overlooking the streets of the restaurant district below. It's also quiet, a bit of distance away from the other diners. Not enough to be distant, but far enough that conversations would be hard to overhear.
A waiter delivers a menu. But, as the Crane has chosen to take on a test, Hisui waves away the second one.
"To be fair, I don't eat it that often, either. Usually for reunions of the members of my unit from the war."
She gestures to the waiter. "Bring some süütei tsai and fried millet, as a start. Two platters of buuz - one mutton, one fish. Whatever seasonal fish the chef recommends. And a khorkog, with steamed spring vegetables as the side."
Before she sends the man off, she turns back to her girlfriend. "Care for some wine? I won't drink, but if you want any, I can order."
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Post by Doji Fuyuko on Jan 31, 2018 0:43:11 GMT -5
"Plum wine if you have it....something delicate. Unless you think it goes poorly with the food in which case this one will bow to your suggestion." she says, some of that cold on present again as she orders. The perfect little doll. As soon as the waiter leaves color fades into her again. "Why do you not drink?"
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Post by Utaku Hisui on Jan 31, 2018 0:48:11 GMT -5
"Because I took up drinking when I was miserable. Broken-hearted. To me, it's what I do when I'm unhappy," she says, looking at the table. "In fact, I actually got a little drunk just before that night in the hotsprings."
She lifts her head up, wears a smile. Beaming, bright. Full of gratitude and warmth.
"So I only drink when I'm miserable. And...well, I would hope it's obvious that I'm not."
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Post by Doji Fuyuko on Jan 31, 2018 3:56:03 GMT -5
Fuyuko nods. "AH I see, you do not wish to taint this memory then with drinking. Well you could pick up smoking? I smoke cloves from time to time. As a hobby." she says cheerfully. "But well, I hope you at least get something nice to drink. Do you enjoy Kava? I could have some with you."
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