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Friday Evening: Outback Steakhouse.

There had been a bet. A bet that Matt had won and was now about to reap the rewards for.

So the grin on his face might be because he was going over the menu to see what his options were or because of his dinner partner. Most likely the latter.

"So what's the most expensive thing on this menu?" Matt asked as his hands went over the braille menu. "Because I think I'll need two."

[Matt is here for one though post is open for anyone needing a Bloomin' Onion.]

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"I think it's in the appetizer section," Stacey teased. Not that this wasn't going on the credit card her parents paid, but.

She'd taken a lot of time to look good tonight, even if she thought that probably wasn't totally necessary. She was wearing a blue dress with a short skirt that flared out at the hips, and had curled her hair so it looked fluffy and bouncy.

Matt might not be able to determine the color of her dress or the style of it, but his senses were acute enough to know that she took her time getting ready for the evening.

And he appreciated that.

"Are you sure?" he grinned. "Because I think ordering two Bloomin' Onions might end badly for the both of us."

"Don't suppose I could talk you into water and a salad..."

Which would likely be what she got. She had diabetes, you see.

"Oh, I probably could be convinced," Matt said agreeably as he leaned back in his chair. "Though I'll probably stick with ice tea.

"And how would you be convinced?" Stacey wondered.

"Well last night someone was trying to bribe me with pop tarts," Matt said with a grin. "That really didn't work. I think just hanging out is just as good as a bribe though. I'm a gracious winner."

"Good. Because I didn't exactly bring Pop Tarts with me," she smiled.

Couldn't eat them, blah blah blah.

According to some sources she'll die if she has an M&M.

"Well I'd expect fine dining establishments like this to provide their own pop tarts," Matt said grinning back. Okay, really he was just grinning because he couldn't see her because blah blah blah blind.

"They probably don't put it on the regular menu. You might have to ask for it by name," she said, mock seriously.

Matt chuckled. "You know, I'm going to have to ask for it now, right?"

"I'd be disappointed if you didn't," she told him.

Oh, look. And there was their waitress now.

"Excuse, me," Matt said politely. "May I see your pop tart menu?"

The waitress rolled her eyes and informed Matt that there was no pop tarts.

"Fine," Matt said with a disappointed sigh. "I'll just have the house salad and some ice tea. Stacey? Do you know what you want?"

Stacey might have giggled at him actually doing that, because Stacey was not as mature as she liked to think she was.

"Same for me," she said, handing off her menu. "But make sure my iced tea is unsweetened."

"You'll have to tell me what her face looked like," Matt said leaning over the table and speaking in a hushed tone. "Clearly she was not amused."

"It looked like she might have wanted to hit you with a menu," she giggled quietly.

Matt clicked his tongue in disappointment. "Clearly we'll have to remark on her comment card that she has no sense of humor."

"Done," Stacey laughed. "Or else write a suggestion that they start carrying Pop Tarts."

You're welcome, everyone who could have sugar.

They were truly looking out for the rest of the world.

"So tell me Stacey," Matt said leaning back in his chair again. "How did a nice girl like you end up on a crazy island like this?"

"It's neutral ground. My parents are divorced, and my dad's in New York and my mom's in Connecticut, and I got tired of being the go-between," she explained, frowning a little. "What about you, what are you doing out here?"

"Got a scholarship," Matt replied. "One of my teachers made it happen for me. For some reason I'm pretty sure he knew about this place and its weirdness before he sent me here."

Matt grimaced slightly as he thought about Stick.

"He has a strange since of humor."

"Sounds like. Do you like it here so far?" she asked.

"I do actually," Matt said with a grin. "I have a lot more freedom here. I don't feel like I need to chain myself to a desk and study all the time. I mean, I still study all the time but I've been lucky to find some... very nice distractions."

Was he giving Stacey a sly look?

Maybe.

"The distractions are definitely a plus," she agreed. Fandom was sort of her heaven there. "And it's nice not to have anyone checking in on you constantly."

Like Stacey had reasonable supervision to begin with.

"Yeah, my Dad had me on a pretty tight leash back home," Matt agreed.

Except for the part where Matt would sneak out at night and train with Stick. But even that was pretty controlled.

"But he's been that way mostly since my accident so I'm pretty used to it."

"So you weren't always... blind?"

Yes, she had to work up to saying it out loud. ~~Everyone was probably lucky he wasn't a lesson for something or other by now, really.~~

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