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Taste of Thai, Friday Evening

Fortunately, Warren hadn't found himself afflicted with Fandom's unique sense of humor today, and so he didn't have to worry about carting an annoying third party along with him to dinner this evening. As it stood, he was pleased to have Karla all to himself tonight, thank you, without a small horde of people tossing in their two cents at inopportune moments during the conversation.

And just to be certain that it would stay that way, he might have paid extra in advance to make certain that the tables near theirs were going to be empty, too.

Warren was thoughtful that way.

"So," he said, smiling as he pulled a chair out for Karla, "pineapple curry, hm?"

[For the date, of course, but if you have a taste for Thai, it is an open restaurant.]

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Karla was also not afflicted, thank the Darkness, though she would have had no compunctions about demanding that whatever had shown up for her stay at home. This wasn't Kaeleer, she didn't need a chaperon, dammit.

Emma had gone to Jack's early, so Karla wasn't entirely certain that her dress was okay or her hair was acceptable, but there was one thing she was confident about. Her Sapphire pendant was vanished away, replaced by Sapphire earrings and barrettes...and one very lovely necklace.

"Pineapple curry," she agreed, smiling up at him as she took her seat. "For me, anyway. I certainly wouldn't dream of telling you what to order."

Honestly, Warren was a perfect gentleman and wouldn't do anything that was deserving of a stern lecture from an inanimate object, at last so long as he could help it.

"I can't imagine you would," he laughed, shaking his head a little as he walked around the table to take his own seat. "I was going to go for the same anyhow, though. And a few appetizers, for variety."

Because if she was going to be stealing his pineapple, then they were going to need some variety on the table, right?

"Any preferences?"

They would! Especially so Warren would be able to eat something he'd ordered.

"Oooh, I like the golden cups," Karla said, pouring over the menu. "Angel wings are really good, too. And you can't go wrong with satay, either beef or chicken. They're both good. Hmm, I've never tried the Thai rolls, but they sure sound tasty."

So, Karla's preference was pretty much the whole menu. Probably not helpful.

Perfectly helpful, if you had a bank account that looked like Warren's did!

"Maybe I'll just get them to send along a bit of everything, and if we get too much we can take the leftovers back to the cabins. Well... Probably your cabin, actually. Mine is just Tara, a hedgehog, and myself at the moment."

Bobby's alcove was in there, too, but since he wasn't on the island right now, he wasn't being counted.

"Right! Bobby left for a wedding, or something," Karla said, sighing. "I really out to shake Bobby for leaving less than a day after all that mess."

Bobby and Emma both. Though, at least Emma would have Jack to make her behave.

"Still, your cabin sounds awful lonely," she added, sympathetically. "You should have some company." And then she took a minute to think how that sounded--and tried not to facepalm.

Warren managed not to facepalm! Instead, Warren was fiddling with the menu, not bothering to look at it because he had what he was going to order all figured out anyhow.

"I have company right now," he pointed out, demonstrating some rare Worthington tact. "That more than makes up for how insanely empty the Spree cabin is right now."

Flirt.

Karla was grateful for his tact. She was going to cling to it as much as she could, really.

"Really, an empty cabin just means an excuse to throw a party," she said, after taking a long sip of water. "Either now, or, if you decide to be nice, after Bobby gets back and Kennedy stops being a hedgehog. It's been several weeks since anyone's had a birthday or something. Clearly, we're about due for a party."

"We are, aren't we?" Warren took that in with all of the consideration that it was due. "And it isn't even really difficult to organize something like that. Food, maybe some movies, snacks. For the most part, people just make their own fun at those things."

The inclusion of movies, for example, already made them a million times more enjoyable than any so-called party that his father had to throw for the sake of business.

"It was like when I used to throw slumber parties every month when I first came to Fandom," Karla said with a laugh. "The only time we'd ever planned anything was when--" she stopped, then shrugged and laughed. It was a year later, who was going to care anymore? "--when we decided to raid all the cabins and steal all the males' boxers," she confessed.

"Steal their boxers," repeated Warren, who was blinking and contemplating the upside to investing in a safety deposit box for his underwear, "seriously?"

And then, naturally, a moment later, "Is that even sanitary?"

Sometimes, Warren could seriously overthink these things.

Karla couldn't help but laugh at that. "Seriously," she said. "And probably not, but that was hardly the point. I used Craft, though, just to be safe. And I think we handed out gloves, too."

It had been a fun and silly night.

"Though I'll hardly be able to organize something like that again, after confessing so to you," she added. "You'll know exactly who to blame."

"I could offer a quick getaway in exchange for boxer-theft immunity," Warren replied in a fit of inspiration. "Just leave Spree out of the raid, since the only boxers you'll find there are mine and Bobby's, and I'd be happy to implicate myself in your heinous crimes."

There was a grin on his lips, there, and so he clearly didn't think their crimes were all that heinous.

"Now that is an attractive offer," Karla said, with a wicked grin. "I think I could agree with that. Of course, you do realize you're just giving me incentive for planning another raid, don't you?"

"And is that really a bad thing?"

Warren couldn't see any fault in the plan, himself. Just so long as his own underwear was spared, why should he?

"I'll buy pizza for the invading forces," he added. Because pizza was the important thing, here.

"Done and done again," Karla laughed. "Well, assuming the squirrels don't give everything away over radio tonight."

She shook her finger at him. "You pretend to be all sweet and angelic, but you're not, are you. You've a mischievous streak as wide as Bobby's, you just hide it better."

"If anybody asks, it's totally Bobby's fault. He found me at my first welcome picnic here, and set straight to work corrupting me, you know."

Yes. Totally Bobby's fault, really.

"He's just a terrible influence on sweet, angelic guys like me. Fortunately, not too many people have figured out how much trouble I really am." He wasn't even trying to bite back his grin, and the glint in his eye didn't do anything to make him look even remotely innocent. "If everybody knew, I'd have to start behaving again, you know."

Oh, yes. Totally Bobby's fault. Karla should have seen it from the start.

"Really?" Karla asked, looking impish. "Well, we couldn't have that! What fun would that be? Your secret is safe with me." Ignoring etiquette, Karla rested her elbow on the table, chin propped upon her palm. "Though maybe I should stick close to you from now on. Be a mitigating influence against Bobby's shenanigans."

Because that's exactly how it would work out, yes.

Etiquette was entirely overrated. Warren was going to walk on the wild side, too, and put both of his elbows on the table. Because he could.

"Because that's exactly what I need," he decided. "A mitigating influence. Of course, then there's always the danger that Bobby will go and corrupt you, too. And then where would we be?"

Both elbows? That was crazy talk! Karla was of a mind to--

--stay right where she was and enjoy her date. In other words, keep doing what she was doing.

"Don't worry," she assured him. "I can stand against Bobby and his uncouth influence. Bobby Drake can't corrupt me." Emma Frost had already claimed that honor, for one thing. "With me around, what trouble can you possibly get into?"

There was a long thoughtful silence, there.

Very long. Very thoughtful.

"Do you really want me to answer that? Can I use point form?"

Karla eyed his suspiciously. "If you have a presentation already prepared, the answer is no," she teased. "Err, I mean, I have no idea what you could possibly be talking about. I'm sweet and demure, damn it."

"It's the 'damn it' that convinced me," Warren chuckled. "It takes plenty of work to be demure-damn-it, but somehow, you pull it off. What's your secret?"

"Lots of hard work, for one," Karla said with a bright smile. "Though I'd like to think my sweet and loving nature helps a bit, too."

The waiter appeared at their table, looking for their drink and appetizer orders. "Are we ready?" Karla asked, looking at Warren. "Have we decided what we're getting?"

Besides handing over the menus and saying 'one of each, please.'

Hey! There was nothing the matter with ordering one of each! With extra peanut sauce on the side!

"We wanted variety, right?" He nodded to the waiter, and then asked, "Is there some sort of sampler tray with a bit of each appetizer? We'll get two."

And they could make that into three or four or eight accordingly, if they breezed through those.

"And for the actual meal, I believe we've both agreed on the pineapple curry," a pause, and he looked at Karla for clarification. "Would you like coconut rice with that?"

"Please!" Karla said with a nod. "I don't suppose it's possible to get extra pineapple on those?" she asked the waiter. "And a Thai Iced Tea, please."

She glanced at Warren. "Have you ever had one? Delicious. And perfect on a hot day."

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