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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[future_sandworm]

"I'd like that," Leto said, smiling at her.

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"Fine," Triela managed an expression that could almost be mistaken for a smile herself. "You just let me know when and where."

Like she was going to let Leto think she was scared of him or something like that.

[future_sandworm]

"I'm looking forward to that," he said, rising from his chair and holding out a hand for Triela.

[night!]

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Instead of taking his hand, Triela glared at it and pushed herself to her feet. She didn't need his help, and she didn't appreciate the offer. It had nothing to do with her discomfort with letting him touch her.

"Me too," she lied.

[Sleep well!]

[future_sandworm]

Letting the hand drop, he smiled. "Then it's decided."

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Triela forced a smile. "So it is."

Maybe he'd get busy and forget.