Cafe Fina, Friday

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Alfred was extremely busy most the day packing and planning, so he let Wadsworth open up Cafe Fina.


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[soldtoarmenians]

Xander looks around the restaurant as their overly-smirky waiter leads them to a table, and strongly suspects this is the kind of joint that people with the last name of Harris tend to only frequent if they're washing dishes in the back.

"Little swankier than Ching Tai," he says to Bridge as he sits down.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Just a bit," Bridge says. "The food is really good though- from what I can tell after eating here all of, um, once, anyway."

[soldtoarmenians]

"That's one more than me," Xander points out, accepting a menu from Wadsworth and opening it. He's relatively successful in his attempts not to wince at the prices.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

But not completely successful.

"Don't worry about it," Bridge says. "I'll get it, this time."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander starts to argue, but recalls getting the pouty face of doom over his Tev'Mek dictionary, and decides not having to hide behind the menu from it all night is the better part of valor. "Okay, but I'm totally paying for my dinner with sexual favors. I am in fact that kinda guy."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"I-" Bridge's mouth opens and closes a few times as he tries to think of what to say in response to that. "Okay."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander blinks at him for a second, then adds, turning the page to the recommended chicken dishes, "...not, y'know. Here. Just in case that wasn't clear."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Um," Bridge says, wide-eyed. "No, I know you didn't mean here."

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander snickers. "You just had that look, like you weren't *entirely* sure I hadn't lost my mind."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Well, it's not every day someone offers to repay me with sexual favours," Bridge points out.

[soldtoarmenians]

"...Glad to hear it?" Xander raises an eyebrow.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Not that I'd actually accept any hypothetical offers, barring those made by certain people sitting at this table with me right now."

[soldtoarmenians]

"Also reassuring." Not that he remotely sounds like he's worried. "What's your opinion on chicken parmesan? As dinner, not as a sexual favor. Except possibly for poultry with a cheese kink which hey, I should judge?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Well, it's not kosher," Bridge points out. "But, to be honest, that's never been so much a big deal in my family, so..." he shrugs.

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander scans down the page. "You'd think after spending more time as a kid at Willow's house than mine, I'd remember things like that, but there's dinner with her dad and then there's certain cheeseburgers we don't talk about at dinner with her dad, so yeah."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Oooh, sneaky Willow," Bridge says, still eyeing the menu and not actually any closer to picking anything.

[soldtoarmenians]

"I think I'm a little spoiled for choice here," Xander says. "And this isn't even a real menu, it's just a list of specials," he realizes. "They'll make anything. I'm...kinda frightened by that, actually."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Well, if they make *anything*, they'll totally make non-scary food too." Bridge points out. "For example, cheeseburgers."

[soldtoarmenians]

"...Have I told you in the last five minutes that I love you?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Well, *technically* you did just now," Bridge says with a goofy grin.

And that, of course, would be when Wadsworth arrived to take their order.

[soldtoarmenians]

And then they dun cheeseburgers.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

...not dirty.