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El Loco Burrito, Friday Evening

Leda was back to her normal self now, having slept most of the day recovering from her detox of the night before. She was dressed for a date which for her tonight meant biker pants, a black tank top and a red hoodie over it. The clothes looked well worn, but clean and looked great on her. She was even wearing a bit of make-up, some eye shadow and lipstick that shimmered when the light hit it just right. Yay magic products!

[Leda is here for Karla, but El Burrito is open for all your Mexican food needs. Karla I figure since you picked the movie, you can put that post up?]

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Karla hesitated outside of the restaurant. She wasn't really in the mood for a date. Hell's fire, she wasn't in the mood for much other than going back to her room, hiding her head under the covers, and drinking more.

But that wouldn't help anything. In fact, it would only make her grumpier when she ran out of alcohol. And if anything could jolly her out of her rotten mood, it was probably spending time with Leda. So here she was, dressed in a new outfit she'd picked out with Emma--complete with push-up bra, Mother Night those contraptions were complicated--actually a bit pleased with the butterflies that had taken up residence in her stomach. At least nervousness over her first real date was pushing away some of the depression that had dogged her feet all day.

Leda might be persuaded to go back and just get drunk if Karla wished. But she did also enjoy going out and doing stuff.

"Karla, hey you look awesome." she smiled, when she saw her.

"Hi Leda, do so you," she said, smiling. "I'm not sure what kind of paint you're using, but it's beautiful. You shimmer."

"It's from Bordertown. There's just a hint of magic in it to make it do that." She reached out and took Karla's hand. "So, I'm back, did you miss me?"

"Nah...." Karla teased gently. "There was a lovely staue of you that kept me occupied..."

But she couldn't keep up the teasing long. "She lacked your sparkle, your energy. She...made me sad, in a way. Like I was watching you in a cage that you were accepting, instead of fighting against."

Leda looked surprised for a moment. "That's...a lot like what it's like. That was sort of a watered down version of what my foster parents would like me to be. It got so bad a few years ago that I ran away."

"I can't blame you, if that is what your foster parents tried to force you to become."

She called in the single rose she'd bought from the flower shop on her way down. "This is for the Leda with spirit," she said, handing it over.

Leda smiled widely, and took the flower. "Thank you." Damn I should have thought of something like this. She used the string for the hoodie to secure the rose to her collar. "Ready to experience the wonders of mexican food?"

"I think so," Karla said, giving Leda a wan smile. "I'm not really hungry now--haven't been hungry all day." For Karla, not being hungry was a very odd sensation. Especially for an entire day. "But I'm certainly willing to try things. And steal from your plate when you aren't looking."

Hmm, that smile looked a little wan to her. "You feeling okay? We can wait till after the movie if you want."

Karla shook her head. "Like I said, I haven't been hungry all day. Let's eat now. Besides, I checked the showtimes, and the movie doesn't start for another hour or so."

She found a little more energy to add to her smile. "Besides I am anxious to learn about this food. It certainly smells tasty. Perhaps eating a bit will remind my stomach what it's supposed to be doing."

"Okay. I'll see if they have like, a sampler platter thing. That way we can get a lot of different things."

"Why do you like Mexican food anyway?" Karla asked. "What makes it distinctive from other cuisines?"

"Well, it's unique, it's spicy, and whether they admit to it or not, lots of elves love human things." Leda didn't mind admitting to it of course.

"...Spicy?" Both times Karla had tried spicy things, they'd nearly killed her. "Like, peppers spicy?"

Uh oh. "Some of it has peppers, yeah. Why, is that bad?"

Karla grinned a bit. "So far, I've beaten the peppers that were trying to choke me to death, but only by the barest of margins. You'll let me know if I'm about to eat anything too spicy won't you? In Glacia, pain wasn't a flavor, so I'm not really used to this."

"I'm sure they have mild. But if we ever go to Taco Hell in B-Town, never order the Atomic Burrito."

"Mild it is then. This all sounds very..." Karla stopped and peered at her menu. "Leda, what's goo-ack-a-mole? And is it as" horrifying "interesting as it sounds?" She flipped her menu around, pointing at the guacamole.

Leda giggled. "It's a dipping sauce." She didn't bother correcting her pronounciation. "It's good, though I prefer salsa and sour cream." ~~Mun has never tried guacamole~~

"I'll suck it up and try some then," Karla decided. "As long as we also get the other things you mentioned." ~~Mun thinks it's gross, as is all things with avacados.~~

Leda did indeed find a sampler platter on the menu that came with refried beans, rice, quesadillas, chimichangas, two burritos and the requisite nachos.

Karla grabbed a chimichanga with a dubious look. "Spicy?" she asked, looking to Leda for confirmation it was safe to eat.

Leda had asked for mild, but she took a bite of one to make sure. "Nope."

"Goody," she said. The scent of the food was reminding her stomach that she really hadn't eaten much beyond cookies at the reserves meeting.

Karla cautiously bit into the chimichanga. A surprised smile crossed her face. "This is really tasty!" she said.

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