Lobster Hut, Thursday evening

[future_sandworm]

Leto was quite certain that Triela would show up, despite her obvious nervousness about this dinner. She was too proud not to. He also suspected that she had suggested seafood to make him a little uneasy, but it didn't quite work. The Fremen did keep fish to protect their water reserves, after all, even if they tasted differently than those from the sea.

Lobsters, however. Leto wrinkled his nose a little as he looked through the menu, waiting for Triela.

[For one, obviously.]

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"It's a question that usually gives you interesting replies," Leto said.

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"Then I'm afraid you're in for a disappointment," Triela smirked. "I don't dream."

Well, more precisely she couldn't remember any of her dreams. But that wasn't a distinction she knew how to make.

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"There are two ways to interpret the question, though," he said. "I could ask for your nightly dreams or what you hope will be your future."

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"The answer could be the same to both," Triela pointed out.

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"But are they?" Leto asked.

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Triela pondered the question. "Most of the time." She didn't expect to live much past graduation, so she'd never bothered with dreams of the future.

Not before Fandom, anyway.

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"But not always?"

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She responded with a noncommittal shrug. He'd just spent some time convincing her that he was good at reading lies, so she didn't bother.

[future_sandworm]

"Would you like dessert, Triela?" Leto asked, again changing the subject.

[and now I need to sleep!]

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"I'm not a big fan of sweets, but if they have something fruity I might say yes." Triela sat back in her seat and grinned. "And you can tell me about your dreams."

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"They might have," he replied, then added with a grin: "And which dreams are you asking about?"

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"Both?" Triela suggested with a shrug.

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"My dreams at night would be too confusing, and I know enough of what my future holds that I don't have room for dreams," Leto said. "Provided that I live."

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Triela cocked her head slightly, then smirked in mild amusement. "So your answers are a lot like mine," she teased.

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"Evasive, you mean?"

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"In the same ways, too."

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"So, at least we have something in common."

The waiter placed the dessert menus on their table, and Leto picked his up.

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Triela skimmed her own menu, failed to find anything that didn't look way too sweet, and set it back down again before turning her attention to Leto.

"Yeah... at least we have that." She sounded mildly uncomfortable at the prospect.

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"Is there anything you want?" he asked, looking at her over the edge of the menu.

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"No," she shook her head. Then, belatedly, she remembered to add "Thank you."

[future_sandworm]

He closed the menu, then put it down and waved to the waiter to ask for the check. "I've enjoyed this dinner," he said, "Although I might not try lobster again if there are alternatives."

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"I definitely won't do it with one arm next time," Triela agreed.

She was surprised to realize that she'd enjoyed dinner, too, but she wasn't about to tell Leto that.

[future_sandworm]

He laughed. As the waiter gave them the check, he took it and left enough money to pay for them both.

"Hopefully you will have both arms next time," he said. "Where would you like to go then?"

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Triela scowled at the money thing, but didn't say anything. No point in drawing attention to that.

"They're supposed to do the replacement Saturday," she pointed out. "And... what do you mean where would I like to go?" Weren't they... done for the night?

[future_sandworm]

"The next time," he said.

Yes, the misunderstanding was deliberate, but he couldn't resist it.