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Post by Malcolm Reynolds on Aug 11, 2006 0:44:32 GMT -5
*His eyes shifted, glancing to the price tag, biting down on his lip. That was insane...for a fan. Honestly, a fan. He shook his head slightly, keeping his comments to himself, before looking to her.
She really seemed to like it though. He sighed then nodded his head* Yeah...probably
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Post by Inara Serra on Aug 11, 2006 0:53:36 GMT -5
Inara nodded and walked away from the store with Mal. She didn't know why but she felt very silly at the moment. Getting so excited over a fan was not like her. She resolved to put the whole thing out of her mind.
"Have you ever eaten at Ashton's before? You mentioned that you had seen it, but..." she trailed off, not knowing what else to say.
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Post by Malcolm Reynolds on Aug 11, 2006 0:59:31 GMT -5
*He shook his head, walking by her side* No, I haven't.
*He hadn't pushed the thought of the fan out of his mind. It was an awful lot...but she really seemed to want it. It didn't appear to be a whim...she had that glow in her eyes. The one he pretended not to notice.
And he was counting his credits in his mind...wondering if he could spare it. And even if he couldn't, even if he'd be broke until the next payment, wouldn't it all be worth it? To see a smile...hear a thank you. Wouldn't that be worth it all?
He quickly shook the thoughts from his mind*
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Post by Inara Serra on Aug 11, 2006 12:36:19 GMT -5
Inara nodded. "It's a lovely little place. Unlike most of the restaurants around here, it's not disgracefully expensive and the food isn't served just for show."
She looked at Mal and asked, "Is there something on your mind? You seem a bit distracted."
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Post by Malcolm Reynolds on Aug 14, 2006 22:20:48 GMT -5
*He glanced to her quickly, shaking his head* No...no. *He gave her a quick smile, shifting his hands in his pockets a bit, still fiddlin' with a coin*
I've heard good things. *He nodded*
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Post by Inara Serra on Aug 15, 2006 12:40:10 GMT -5
Inara nodded slowly. There was something on Mal's mind. She could tell. Whenever he fiddled with things in his pocket he was thinking about someting. And from the way he was fiddling right now, it had to have been something important.
But, she let it go. It wouldn't do any good to keep pestering him about it. And would most likely cause an argument, which she wanted to avoid as much as possible. The day had gone very well, and she hoped this trend would continue.
She looked up and saw the familiar sign for Ashton's. Impulse took over and she grabbed Mal by the hand and pulled him toward it, a small smile on her face.
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Post by Malcolm Reynolds on Sept 8, 2006 11:51:45 GMT -5
*He closed his hand around hers when she grabbed it, out of reaction, and didn't think anything of it as he followed behind her towards the resturant.*
Excited? *He asked with a quirky grin*
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Post by Inara Serra on Sept 8, 2006 12:08:38 GMT -5
She laughed at that, not dropping his hand. "I guess I am," she admitted. "I haven't been here in quite awhile." That much was true. The last time they had been on Persephone, she had been with Atherton Wing and he would never have taken her to a place like this.
A little pang of guilt hit her when she thought of how badly Mal had been hurt fighting Atherton on behalf of Inara's honour. Though she had outwardly protested, she had been beaming on the inside at how much trouble he went through for her.
She went up to the maître d', dragging Mal with her, and got them a table for two, making sure that it was in an out of the way place in the restaurant. When they got to their seats, she reluctantly let go of his hand and sat down, though she made sure that their seats were right next to each other.
"What do you think?" she asked him, looking around the restaurant. It had changed some since she had last been here. The walls were now a soft yellow, painted over from being a lilac purple, though the draperies and light fixtures were still crimson. The lights were more muted than she had remembered, though there were candles on top of every white tablecloth, so each patron could see each other.
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Post by Malcolm Reynolds on Sept 8, 2006 12:58:23 GMT -5
*he took his seat, glancing to his hand once he had. It felt odd, now that he wasn't holding hers. After a moment had passed, he dropped it to his lap, glancing around the place itself.
It was nice, nicer then anywhere he would usually go. He gave a small smile* I like it...s'pically the yellow...
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Post by Inara Serra on Sept 8, 2006 13:04:13 GMT -5
Inara nodded and said, "The yellow is a new addition. The walls used to be purple. Yellow is supposed to be a colour of peace or prosperity. And in some places, like restaurants for example, yellow is combined with red or orange to keep the patrons hungry, so that they will keep buying food."
She stopped talking and cleared her throat. "Well I guess now you know more about yellow than you ever cared to know."
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Post by Malcolm Reynolds on Sept 8, 2006 13:07:47 GMT -5
Not to mention it's just pretty? *He raised an eyebrow in her direction, before cracking a grin* I'm sure I'll be able to use that information at some point in my life...
*He glanced to the table, crossing his arms on it, before looking back to her*
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Post by Inara Serra on Sept 8, 2006 13:13:44 GMT -5
"It is pretty. Not one of my favourite colours, but it is pretty," she said, running a finger over the tablecloth. "And I'm sure the information will undoubtably be pertinent to any future jobs you will have."
She looked up at him, finding him already staring at her. She licked her lips and turned away quickly, picking up the menu. "You said you've never been here before, would you like me to tell you which items are the best?"
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Post by Malcolm Reynolds on Sept 8, 2006 13:28:49 GMT -5
Do they got tomatoes? *it had always been one of his favorite foods. He usually made sure that they got them whenever they restocked rations, even if it was only enough for one meal.
He scooped up his menu, glancing over the options*
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Post by Inara Serra on Sept 8, 2006 13:53:24 GMT -5
Inara glanced over at his menu, though her own was in her hands. She leaned closer and browsed over the selections. After a moment, she pointed at one item in particular. "That is a pasta dish. It has lots of marinara sauce and tomatoes placed around the edges of it." Inara had had it before and liked it, though she couldn't see why there was decoration in the form of tomatoes on it.
She stayed where she was, almost touching Mal's shoulder, while she looked at his menu, trying to decide what to get for herself.
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Post by Malcolm Reynolds on Sept 15, 2006 10:21:47 GMT -5
*Mal read it over, his head titling to the side as he did, his eyes scanning over the description several times as he thought about it. Did he want that? It sounded good and he had always been a sucker for pasta. He nodded after a moment, deciding that he would get that, primarily because she had suggested it though.
He glanced towards her* So what are you getting? *He tried to ignore the fact that they were touching, even if in a small way. He could smell the shampoo she had used that morning, her hair smelling like flowers. Like heaven in some way. He took in a breath and quickly glanced down to the menu again*
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