Ching Tai, Sunday night

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

Harriet settled herself comfortably at the table, with a smile of thanks for their server as he replaced a chair with a solid stool.

"I thought you might prefer somewhere near the back," she told her dinner guest. Not to mention a spot she could see the rest of the restaurant and the door. "Are you hungry?"

[ooc: Up waaaaay early for timezonishness and, apart from Harriet's not-a-date thread, open for your Chinese food needs.]

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[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

The stool had been a good idea. She'd have to take the back of her chair out next, maybe-- the wings were unwieldy, even when retracted. Kerrigan sat, perfectly still, her back straight, and stared at the menu. "I'm hungry," she said, "I'm just not sure how much of these dishes are just made up."

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

"I would guess," she said as she ran her eyes down her menu, "at least four or five." Harriet looked up, and had the momentary thought that perhaps they should simply have gotten takeaway. But she worried about Kerrigan spending so much time alone in her house. "Have your tastes changed much? Because I'm rather partial to spicy, and it would make more sense to share."

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"Spicy sounds good," she said, blinking in an attempt to drive Harriet's concern towards the back of her mind. She didn't really need to go a big rubbery one right now. "Mostly it's the metabolism that changed. Alcohol and caffeine are out the window, but I'll still chug down a pizza."

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

"How exactly does one chug down a pizza?" she asked, catching their server's eye, and he brought water, glasses, and a bowl of prawn chips, setting them out neatly on the table. "And I admit I might not want to know the answer."

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"Spend enough time around marines, you'll learn more about food consumption than you'd ever want." Kerrigan lifted an amused eyebrow, and her hand went for the bottle of water first, pulling up her glass. "Don't ask."

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

"Advice taken. I'll live on in blissful ignorance," she decided, picking up a prawn chip and considering its pinkness. "I wasn't sure you could even get these in this country."

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

She shoved the bottle back towards the middle of the table once she'd managed to fill up her glass. "That thing looks like sea foam baked in pink."

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

She smiled and set it down, pouring herself a glass. "Not a bad description at all. Have you ever had one? They're nothing at all like food, but still, they're oddly delicious."

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"I was never really stationed at any culinary capitals," Kerrigan said, reaching for the bowl next. You had to know what you were talking about, after all. "I wasn't joking when I said half of this looks made-up to me."

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

"Well, this will be quite the experience, then." Harriet was smiling again as she turned her attention back to the menu. "Mind if I order for both of us?"

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"I'm pretty sure you're not going to poison me, one way or another," she said, grateful just to be able to drop the menu back onto the table without picking anything.

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

"I'm not," Harriet assured her, amused again, reaching a decision quickly. She looked up, smiled towards their server, and he was there. Harriet rattled off their order easily, indicating that they'd be sharing, and sent him off with another smile. "I often wonder where the people on this island come from," she mused, watching him go. "And why they stay after the first invasion."

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"If there's anything I've learned..." she said. She reached over to steal one of the chips-- they had looked a little interesting, "There's no underestimating the sheer hard-headed stubbornness of man."

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

Harriet raised an eyebrow. "I'm not sure the men have the market on stubbornness around here," she said, watching curiously to see what Kerrigan thought of the prawn chip. "Though granted, ours is at least partly tempered with good sense."

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

She munched on it and judged it edible. "'Man' is kind of a general word," Kerrigan pointed out, "And these'll do, provided they don't poison me."

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

"They won't," she said easily, then smiled, chose a chip for herself, and completely coincidentally pointed it at Kerrigan. "Man hardly has the market on stubbornness, either."

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"So give me the bigger word and I'll use that," she said, with a little shrug that didn't move her wing too much. "The point stands. Just look at the students."

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

Her smile faded a little. "I could do with them being a little less stubborn, to be honest."

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"It'd save a lot of them from putting their asses in line to get killed." Kerrigan took a gulp of water to wash down the chips, watching Harriet carefully. "I've considered taping some of them to the dorms on a more permanent basis during invasions."

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

Her gaze was very distant for a moment. "Yes," she said, then gave herself a mental shake. "Possibly some sort of webbing? We could fasten them to the ceiling at the first sign of danger."

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"Fasten them to the ceiling," she repeated, with a thoughtful look. "We'd have to get different shades of webbing to make them blend into the scenery, if the improbable happens and the dorms get breached..."

She didn't seem too happy about that idea. To put it mildly.

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

"Maybe we could just fit them all with homing beacons and teleporters. And hold on to the remote controls," she said, nibbling on her chip. "Always know where they are and be able to move them in an instant."

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"That's not a bad plan," Kerrigan mused, sipping her water again while she contemplated braving the chips once more. "The island seems to have a lot of tech slotted in already. We've got teleporters. Should be able to make that work somehow."

She might've been thinking of Lee, most of all. The dumbass.

[idontlooktired.livejournal.com]

"I'll see if I can slip it into the next budget." Harriet was only partially joking. "And here's our dinner." She smiled at the server, who was bearing two trays loaded with various dishes, which he set out around the table, placing a plate in front of each of them.

He whisked away and back to set out cutlery, chop sticks, and small bowls and tiny bottles of various sauces, waited for Harriet to say thank you, then whisked away once more.

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

Throughout the display, Kerrigan was watching, her eyes set firmly on the waiter until his retreating back was well out of sight. Then she glanced back at Harriet, tilting her head. "You'll warn me if any of this will jump up and eat me, right?"