Pizza Planet, Wednesday after workshops

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Aeryn lets John lead the way into the restaurant, still a little unsure of what to do in restaurants, since they as a whole couldn't decide whether or not they wanted you to seat yourself or order at a counter. You'd think they would standardize that sort of thing.

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John grabs hold of her hand and leads her to a booth in the corner.

"What do you want on top of your pizza?"

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"Doesn't matter," she answers, taking a seat on one side. "I don't even know what we usually get." This is the girl who also will point to something on a menu to order rather than actually reading it.

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"Okay." He takes a seat opposite her and, when the waiter comes by, orders a medium pepperoni, sausage and onions with extra cheese. Indigestion, here they come!

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Aeryn takes a look around her surroundings, asking, "Why have we never been here before?"

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"It's summer. Too hot to go to the town," he points out.

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"Not all the time," she points out back.

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"But most of the time," he says and shrugs. "I dunno why. Just haven't made it here yet. Should I sit beside you?"

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"Do you want to?" she asks, her hands already on the seat to move over if he says yes.

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"Well, sitting across from you makes talking easier," he says, ticking it off on his finger. "If I sit beside you, I can cuddle a bit but I have to crane my neck to talk to you."

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"Talk now, be close later?" she suggests, smirking a little.

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He pouts at that but relents. "All righty."

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"I'll make up for it," she promises.

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"Hm. Okay." But that doesn't stop him from playing footsie with her. "Talk to Bruno this morning?"

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Aeryn moves her foot closer. "No, but I did look in on him. Would he have talked back?"

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"No but he might've made fishie faces at you," John tells her. "He's cute, right?"

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She's pretty sure he just wants her to say the word 'cute', so she avoids it for now. "He really just ignored me," she tells him as the waiter comes by with their drinks.

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"Am I?" He nods at the waiter and starts drinking his Coke.

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"Are you what?" she asks.

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"You know..." Yes, he wants to hear the word.

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She just smiles and slides her foot up just above his knee instead.

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He jerks at that but there's a smile on his face. "That a yes?"

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"Possibly," she says, still grinning.

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"Hm. You should just say it..."

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The foot moves just a little bit higher. "Say what?"

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He squirms again, looking around the restaurant. "The word..."