fandomtownies | Lobster Hut, Thursday evening

"About like I know the basics with a blade?" she suggested. Enough to use her enhancements to hold her own against relatively skilled opponents...

He shrugged. "Perhaps a little more. What would you like to eat?"

She frowned at the menu. "I think I'm going to try the lobster. It's not something we eat very much back home..." She cocked her head. "What about you?"

He hesitated for a moment. "Are they really good?"

[bedtime!]

Triela shrugged. "It depends. I've never been a huge fan, but I'm feeling adventurous." It actually felt good to be the one in the know. What do you know? She did feel less nervous.

[Sleep well!]

"Well, I suppose celebrating your recovery is reason enough for being adventurous." Even if he was suspicious of the lobsters. "I'll try that too."

Triela grinned a bit. It was nice to think he was reacting to her instead of the other way around for once.

"So what have you been up to?" she asked conversationally.

"Oh, the usual. Classes, socialising. And you?" He gave a tiny wave to the waiter to signal that they were ready to order.

"The same," Triela sighed. "I can't go back on active duty until they finish all the replacements." She was really annoyed by that.

"There is still knife training," Leto noted. "Which reminds me of something."

He pulled out a box and offered it to her. It contained a knife - nothing special, really, but of decent Imperial make.

She frowned as she stuck out her hand and took it. "What... what's this for?" Stupid almost-stutter. What was up with that?

"For celebrating your recovery," Leto replied.

"Oh." That was... acceptable.

There was a long moment of silence before she remembered... "Thank you." She carefully slipped the blade into her jacket pocket.

The waiter conveniently arrived right then, which meant that she could think about something else besides how uncomfortable she was.

At least she hadn't tried to stab him.

Leto studied the lobster, frowning a little. "Now, how do you eat this?"

"It takes practice, but for the most part you just dismember it." Triela picked up her lobster and twisted off one of the legs. "Then you pull the meat out." She then dipped it in her bowl of butter sauce, figuring that Leto could figure that part out.

He nodded, then imitated Triela. "Is there anything you enjoy apart from fighting, Triela?" he asked, changing the topic.

That seemed like a harmless enough question.

"Listening to music." She frowned. "I enjoy... helping people. Listening when they need to talk. If that makes sense..."

"It does," he said. "Is that something recent, or something you've enjoyed for a long time?"

She shrugged. "It's one of the things I do back at the Agency." Her smile was fond. "Most of the girls are... young. Immature. They need someone to talk to them and reassure them." And Triela was the oldest.

"And here?" he asked. "Do you do the same for someone here?"

"I... don't know," Triela sounded pensive. As if she'd forgotten who she was talking to. "There are... better people to talk to than me." People who weren't pumped full of drugs. Who were normal.

"Better?" Leto asked, struggling with his lobster.

"You know... normal." She didn't really mind... exactly.

Or so she told herself.

"I'm not sure normal is necessarily the best for that," he replied. "Wisdom, experience and the ability to listen is a lot more important."

Triela shrugged. "Well, I guess most people just have more wisdom or whatever." People didn't tend to come to Triela with that kind of thing.

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