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Ching Tai [Wednesday evening]

Puck had promised to teach Ariel about chopsticks and about very exciting foods offered here in the land of Not Wherever Ariel Was From. (His vote: still Canada.) ~~And for some reason, he felt like the sushi place would result only in trauma.~~ Hence, he staked out a decent table at Ching Tai, and even went to the effort of looking nice.

You know, as nice as you could look with a mohawk. He had at least conditioned it. That was something.

[Puck's here for Ariel -- god, the Shakespeare nerd in me loves saying that -- but it's an open restaurant!]

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To be honest, Ariel rather liked the mohawk; it made it easy for her to identify Puck when she 'talked' to other people, it was totally sexy rebellious, and her father would completely hate it.

Of course, her father would also hate that Puck had legs, too, but that was beside the point. The point was that Ariel had been looking forward to this all week and now she was completely ready to put up with the pretense of caring about learning about chopsticks long enough to get around to the kiss part of the night.

The dinglehopper had gone through liberal use in grooming for tonight and she'd borrowed that pink dress (http://www.bluefly.com/Notte-by-Marchesa-pink-metallic-stripe-ciffon-beaded-v-neck-dress/SEARCH/304588201/detail.fly) (shiiiiiiny!) she loved from work (Jenny could just take it out of her paycheck, right?), and she was ready to look enthralled about the exciting world of Chinese and chopsticks.

"You look super-hot," Puck told her sincerely. Because that was how Puck complimented girls. "You'd think pink would clash with your hair, but it actually looks really good!"

Ariel preened a little, nodding her head in regal acknowledgment of his recognition of her super-hotness. Of course, she wasn't surprised to know that she'd pulled it off, but that didn't make it any less awesome to hear it, so she giggled a little, ducking her head. She lifted just her eyes to look over at Puck and give him an approving appraisal as well, indicating his success at hotness with an appreciative smirk.

Even if he did have a shirt on.

"I try," he assured her, shooting her a cocky grin and really hoping he'd interpreted that right. It was hard trying to understand a totally silent girl! "My mom like, totally hates my hair, but I think it looks hot, and it's distinctive, so even if I don't look like some kind of insanely hot accountant or whatever, I think I clean up okay."

Ariel scoffed, sending a dubious look over the table, one that hopefully said that okay was an understatement! But she let it settle into a more sincere sort of smile, because she did like it, too, just as she liked getting the chance to be here, and, really, that was the only way she could think to express it. She supposed she could write on the napkins, but she didn't think to bring a pen. A pen didn't really go with this outfit, even she knew that.

He grinned at her, because yeah, he was used to that look, so it translated okay. And of course, though, now he was wondering how the hell she was going to order, but whatever, that was pretty much her problem and she seemed totally resourceful and stuff.

"It totally sucks that you can't talk," he observed, "'cause like the other day I was all 'Oh hey I should call Ariel,' but then I was like 'No. That's a dumb idea, Puck.' Like, if I called you, there'd just be static on the other end. Can you text? Texting doesn't need talking!"

It totally did suck that she couldn't talk, but Ariel couldn't help grinning because, yeah, that was so going to change tonight, she just knew it. It had to! How could it not?

After all, he had wanted to call her. She wasn't one hundred percent sure what that meant, but it sounded like something good. And her look in response to everything else made it pretty clear that she had no idea what texting was, either.

He frowned. "You don't have texting where you're from?" That was disappointing. How was he going to ever sext her, then? "Dude, you should get a phone here and text on it! Like, okay, it's text messaging. You type things on this itty bitty keyboard, on your phone, and send it to someone else's phone! No talking required."

Okay, yeah, Ariel was only following about half of that, but she was feeling like she was kind of getting it? She frowned a little with her confusion, and, hopefully, lifted up her hand as if holding an invisible pen and scribbling on the air with it.

Like writing? Kind of? Sort of?

"Kinda!" he said, nodding encouragingly before fishing his phone out of his pocket to show her. He flipped out the keyboard, holding it out for her to see. "See, you press those buttons, like you're dialing a phone, but you just type a message! Like 'Hi,' or 'What's up' or something more fun." Or more dirty, but he didn't exactly want to suggest something like that just yet, in case she was a Nice Girl and it'd scare her off.

Oh. My. Gosh. Ohmygosh! Ariel, wondering how in the world she didn't know about something like this before, couldn't help leaning over the table in complete and utter awe at the device held out by Puck. It was all she could do to not just reach up and snatch it right from him; but, considering she had enough sense to remember that there was something even more important she had to try to get later, she could control herself just enough. Enough to look up at Puck with wide, excited eyes, hands held out and asking permission first.

But, seriously, if he didn't let her see it, then she just might up and leave. Not like there weren't other cute boys to kiss around here.

He had to laugh at that, and neatly dropped it into her hands. "Go nuts. You should get one! Then you could text everyone and it wouldn't be hard to communicate!"

Ariel, being the total nerd for junk that she was, was completely gleeing over the little device in her hand, taking it easily between her palms and even poising her thumbs over the keys in the right way.

Some things, it seemed, were just intuitive to all sixteen year old girls.

Of course she had to give it a try. Of course she typed out oh my gosh. Of course it took her just about forever to locate the keys and actually manage it.

And of course Puck had to scoot around to see what she had typed. "Seriously? They don't have texting at all where you're from? This stuff's been around like, forever."

Or like a few years.

And the scooting over was actually enough to distract Ariel from the phone for at least a second, grinning at Puck before going to type out an answer.

Which might...take a moment. Or five hundred.

"We...have....nothing...lke this back home"

She left it there. She wanted to add an exclamation point or five or seventy, but couldn't see how.

"Is 'home' far away?" he wondered, grinning at her enthusiasm. He didn't think phones were that great -- unless, like, Santana had sent him naked pictures (and he was quietly thanking the fact that he'd changed his wallpaper out of boredom to a picture of an awesome explosion instead) but it was interesting watching Ariel get all excited. "Like, I can't think of any places that don't have texting, probably. Except probably Candada."

Clinging to that theory, yes.

"Reeeeee" and Ariel had far too much fun pointedly putting in each of those 'e's, "ally far! I like here better, tho."

There was a pause as she considered an addendum. Which she was totally going for.

"Cuter boys."

Wink wink, nudge nudge.

Puck preened a bit, and replied, "You just like me for my phone. Can everyone else talk where you're from, or is this like, a cultural thing?"

"It's actual--"

Of course, Ariel was going to text that it was a curse thing and she really could talk normally, but she needed to kiss someone before she could, but it seemed that, right as she started, she must have pushed some other button on the phone because the texting box disappeared, and she blinked, not sure what she'd done to get rid of it.

But of course it would flub when she'd been just about to say something important!

"...stupid phone," he said, frowning at the screen. "It's kinda old, sorry. But you should totally get one! We can text back and forth. It's way better than paying attention in class."

Ariel sighed, handing the phone back because she doubted she could figure out how to get back to the texting part very easily,m and looked at Puck hopefully. She'd definitely have to look into getting one, especially since she even had a job now and everything. It was fun! Easily, she was building herself away from feeling dejected, which was, admittedly, helped by looking at him and thinking about kissing him.

He smiled at her, and ooh, look, proximity! Which, to Puck, meant a total green light to go ahead and try and kiss her. She'd been giving signals since like, freaking day one, anyway.

So yes, he leaned in...and that was when the waiter came by to take their orders. Puck very nearly threw something at the poor man out of frustration.

Threw something? He shoudl be so lucky! Ariel just about considered murdering the man with a menu for his lack of good timing. Seriously, there she was, heart starting to thump in her ears because that was going to be it, they wee already going to get to that moment and she had almost even closed her eyes, leaning forward, about to purse her lips...

And then, boom. Waiter. "Are we ready to order?" Did they look like they were ready to order? Ariel fixed on him her best oh, you are so not getting a good tip look.

Because, though they didn't have cutlery in Atlantica, they did have fine dining. Go figure.

The one comfort Puck took in this was that Ariel was pissy, too, so he'd read that correctly. Score, Puck. But he hastily -- and irritably -- gave the waiter his order, while making it very clear that he so was not tipping. Which probably meant his food wasn't going to be treated well but whatever.

"Seriously, dude," he said, glaring at the waiter. "Like, get a sense of timing." He glanced to Ariel, not sure if she wanted to like, point at things, or mime to the waiter, or have Puck choose for her, or what. Taking out a mute girl was hard.

At this point, Ariel really didn't care what she had; she really didn't know what any of this stuff was and it was just as hard talking as a mute girl as it was taking one out. Plus, she hadn't even really looked at the menu, but the waiter needed to go, so she huffed a sigh, gave it a two-second overview and pointed at something at random. She made sure the waiter got it, and then shoved the menu back at him.

There. Done. That taken care of, she smiled as if she hadn't been in the least bit irritated and turned her attention back to her date. Ordering would buy them at least some more time, right? Time to pick up where they left off. Now, where was that again?

"That was rude," Puck decided, glaring at the waiter's retreating back. "I would go beat him up but then he probably wouldn't still bring us food."

Warring concerns, yes.

Ariel looked a little dubious at that suggestion. Couldn't he, you know, just beat him up and take the food? But, really, he was probably right in that violence was not the answer, and Ariel sighed, trying not to let her feel too dejected about one failed attempt. The night was still young, wasn't it? Plenty more opportunities.

She tapped her fingers on the table a little, trying to figure out how to try to make conversation or build the mood back up, but she was really feeling the limit of her current disability.

"So they don't have, like, Chinese food where you're from. Do they have like...anything we eat here there?" he asked. He was thinking about food now, yeah.

Ariel took a second to think about it, going through the long list of new things she'd had to eat since getting here, and, really, she couldn't think of anything that was like what she at at home. So she shrugged a little, and shook her head, but she grinned a little, patting her stomach. It was all really different food, but, oh my gosh, was it good!

Maintaining the smirk, Ariel also added a plaintive look at Puck that suggested that this Chinese stuff better be good, too, or else she'll be so, so disappointed.

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