fandomtownies | Ching Tai - Monday Evening

"I'm not sure. You don't want to gift me with pie and company while watching awful movies that are culturally significant in their awfulness?" he said with a grin. At his date.

"I didn't say that!" She stuck her tongue out as she poked at his ribs. "I just didn't have pie class today, so I don't have anything ready-made. You'd either have to wait while I went back to the dorms to cook, or put up with me puttering around in your kitchen."

"No class for a week. No more ethics class ever." Anemone had a positively dreamy look in her eyes. "I'm pretty sure I even passed. This calls for tasty treats."

"You're welcome to putter around any time," he said. "You still have the key? Just don't wake me up if you have hankering to cook at sunrise or something. Or take over one of the dorm common rooms and bake like a banshee. Or other demon-y thing that bakes," he said. "And congrats on probably passing! I'm sure you did better than I did."

"Why would I come over to cook at your place at sunrise? You're the one who asked me for pancakes the other morning, I didn't offer. I also didn't make them, but that's beside the point."

"You couldn't have done thatbadly at ethics, right? I don't think I'm getting failed, and I suggested shooting Umbridge."

"I think any Fandom Ethics prof would say shooting Umbridge is a good ethical choice, especially after what she's done. I hope we get Zoe back or someone who's not a complete ass so things get back to normal. Well, for Fandom, y'know?"

He shot her a grin. "I'm just saying, if you want to come over and pester me or use the kitchen, just don't make it too early. I get cranky when I don't sleep enough."

"Mmm. I shall be a sneaky Anemone if I am forced to make an early morning visit, although that probably won't be an issue, as I am also a lazy Anemone in the mornings. Can I say how lovely the idea of sleeping in for a whole week is?" Anemone sighed happily. "I could stay up all night in the hot tub or reading or watching the television, and it won't matter."

She swept a deep curtsy as she opened the door to Ching Tai for him. "Sir, may I have the honor? I believe our table awaits us."

He bowed. "Yes, milady. It will be an honor." He managed not to snicker, even. He tipped his head to the Maitre d' and gave him his name. "You look nice," he said, as they waited for their table.

"You too. Between the two of us, we almost look respectable. Unfortunately, I think my hair color undermines our effort." she wrinkled up her nose as she twirled one strand. "Exposed as crazy thanks to the pink. Woe."

"Hrm," he said with a wink. "I could always dye my hair pink for a night and then they won't stare at all at us." The headwaiter came back to lead them to their table, tucked in the back and ~~romantically~~ dimly lit.

"Then you would be second John that I'm responsible for their hair turning pink, and people might start to look at me funny. Well, I don't think the other John knows my role in his adventure, but still. A pattern might emerge."

Anemone raised one eyebrow slightly at the secluded table, but allowed herself to be seated without comment. "So is there anything super-tasty that you suggest? Or shall we simply order the whole menu?"

"I'd say order the whole menu. You're paying, right? Cuz we're both very modern people and can live in a society where the woman pays for the man." He looked solemn for a minute or two, and then snickered. So much for the poker face.

"Wait. You turned some John's hair pink? What happened?"

"John Sheppard, in revenge for tricking my roommate into attending the date night at Caritas. Faile was not amused, so she lured him out of his room using pie, and I swapped out the contents of his shampoo bottle for something a bit more colorful. And glittery. I might have added glitter to his other hair products too." Anemone grinned mischievously. "I don't think the glitter caused any of this 'boykissy' you told me about."

"You'd better hope not," he said. "Boykissy is serious business. Well, sorta. Oh, geez, what happened after that? And when am I going to meet this Fa-El who's not the angel?"

"I dunno. I could ask her? We have such different schedules, I haven't seen her a lot lately. Probably because I've been off giving you tasty sweet pie-treats." Anemone kicked him under the table gently as she smiled. "Or falling in the ocean. That tends to put a damper on my social schedule."

"I'm sure it was an epic battle," he said. "One which will be remembered in song. Oh. Right. I planned to duck into Caritas later tonight. There's something that I gotta do." Okay, that was so not playing footsies. Or was it? "I'd like to meet her, give her thanks for either not strangling you or keeping you sane. Or both."

"She didn't freak out about Gulliver when she arrived, which is good. People tend to either immediately adore him, or just stand there and stare. We make a pretty good team. Neither of us is from anywhere near this strange reality that is Fandom, so we kind of just boggle at things together." Oooo! Chopsticks! Anemone picked hers up and started making them dance together. "I'm lucky, I read the entire roommate sheet, and some of the girls ended up living with a BOY. I couldn't just move in with a boy I didn't know."

"Could you move in with a boy you did know?" he asked with a grin. "I managed to luck out and not have a roommie my two years here. Which is good, because I had my stuff booby trapped for a while. Not the best combination of having a roommate with a paranoid military type." John picked up the chopsticks and held them in the ready position. "So any clue what you want to order? I think there's a sampler platter or something with a bunch of different stuff. And it's good that you've got a good roommie."

"Sampler!" Oh lord, she's bouncing. "Let's try lots of yummy things! Oooo...and pot stickers. I like pot stickers. And wontons. And tea!"

"Well, if your roommate was also paranoid, then it would be perfect. You'd draw a line down the center in chalk with a neutral zone at the door, and everything would be fine." The chopsticks were now doing a can-can in time to her feet swinging under the table. "I could probably move in with a boy I already knew if I had to. It might be a bit strange. I'm so used to having my own room, that even being with Faile is difficult sometimes, and she's one of the calmest people I've ever met."

"Actually, I think that's how some people did it. And it's generally harder to steal clothes from your roommie if she's a different gender. Which reminds me, are you planning on stealing all my clothes or just most of 'em?" he teased. "And I'm glad that there hasn't been any fights with you and Faile. And you should give her some leftover pot stickers. If we have any left over. Sampler it is?" He stretched out a bit, inadvertently poking her with his attack toes, safely housed in boots.

"I have not stolen any of your clothes!" she wrinkled her nose at him and her swinging shoes may have poked back under the table. "I borrowed them. They're folded and next to the sentient laundry pile. Unless the sentient laundry ate them, which is possible. I don't need to go around stealing your clothes, mine fit just fine."

"I've noticed. Mine tend to be a bit large. Yet? Oddly enough, mine are dry when yours aren't. Go figure," he said with a grin. And poked her back under the table. Good thing there's a tablecloth, else the waitstaff would be taking bets on who'd win this fight.

"Hot tea? Iced tea? No tea? Looks like the waiter's coming over," he said.

"You can fall in the ocean next time, and wear one of my dresses if you like. I'm sure you'd be quite stylish. But your clothes were very comfy, and I appreciated the loan."

Fight? What fight? Fight implies that the outcome is in doubt. Oh wait, that would be her poking back.

"Jasmine please, hot."

"I don't think I'll fit, and I think you just want to see a wet t-shirt contest," he said innocently.

Which is when the waiter decided to appear in that magical ninja style of appearing whenever you're chewing or busy or just saying the wrongest thing possible. John ordered the sampler, pot stickers, won tons with plum sauce, jasmine hot tea, and teriyaki chicken. ~~oh, wait, did anemone want to eat, too? :D~~

Anemone smiled at the lovely waiter with the perfect timing, and there may have been another discreet kick under the table aimed at John's shins. Ah, the joy of heels.

"I got the wet t-shirt contest on Friday, remember? Not to mention our hot tub adventures. What are the judging requirements? I'm pretty sure we could pick a winner now, if you really want." Yeah, the attempt at an innocent face doesn't suit her well.

"Hrm, I think you'd win," he said, looking down at his chest...and then looking at hers, his innocent face working as well as hers is. "Always up for a formal competition, if you're game."

Oh, darn, he's trying to trap her feet to remove the Weapons of Massive DeShinning with his ninja attack toes (still sheathed safely in shoes).

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