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Caritas; Wednesday [03/03].

Summer didn't want to ask.

She really, really didn't want to ask, but ever since she came in that night, Tino had been acting very quiet and weird and introspective, like he was contemplating something very deep and mysterious, to the point where it was sort of affecting his work performance, and, despite the fact that she knew she would regret it, the curiousity managed to get the better of Summer, and she went ahead and opened that dangerous can of worms called 'asking Tino what was on his mind'.

"It's just that," he started, brow creasing with distress and worry, "what if cats and dogs had opposable thumbs??"

Summer just shook her head and went to go work at the other end of the bar, because, really, really, she only had herself to blame, she should have known better.

Wednesday Jello Shot Specials!
Moscow Mule
Peach Fizz
Lobster Salad

Caritas is open!

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"Summer."

Seivarden gave her a look, but couldn't hold back a laugh.

"I'm sure he makes perfect meats on sticks, judging from what I've seen."

That one was way too easy too, and she was being ridiculous.

"Oh, I'm sure he does," said Summer, who really couldn't help herself now, you were just handing them to her, Seivarden, and her grin made no attempt to hide what she was suggesting. "And you said you weren't flirting..."

"I have no idea what you mean."

Seivarden downed the Moscow Mule.

"I'm going to leave him to teach that kind of cooking to Amaya, though. Or maybe that prince he works for."

"You are a terrible liar," Summer reminded her with a smirk. "But I'm sure it'll be fine, with or without the roommate buffer."

"I hope so," Seivarden said, more serious. "At least I won't have to talk about things."

Then a quick change of topic, hopefully sudden enough to catch Summer unprepared: "But you never told me about that weekend."

You'd have to be way quicker and more random than that to catch Summer off guard for something like that. She gave Seivarden an unimpressed look for this supposed non-sequitor and thought about turning that attempt at innocence and ignorance right back around at her, but decided, instead, to go with, "And this coming from the person who literally just said she didn't want to talk about things not even two seconds ago."

"That was talking about things relating to feelings with Amaya," Seivarden pointed out. "I'm asking what happened. As a friend. Which means you don't have to tell me, but if you do, I'll listen."

Which meant she would try. She was still very much herself, even with the best of intentions.

"So then you understand," said Summer, who saw this as a golden opportunity to trap Seivarden by her own logic in this case, "that there are some things that people don't want to talk about."

"I do." She wasn't going to argue against that.

"I just meant... if something upset you, I do care. I, well, if you don't want to tell me, I'll just have another jello shot instead."

She smiled.

And Summer wasn't so caught up in being avoidy about the subject that she didn't recognize Seivarden admitting that she cared for what it was and appreciating it.

But she was caught up in being avoidy about it enough that she was just going to look Seivarden straight dead in the eye as she asked, "A lobster one?"

Keeping that grin from cracking was a Herculean effort, too. Herculean. But she pulled it off, all the same.

"No, another Mule one."

There were limits.

"Sure thing," Summer grinned as she got another one for Seivarden. "You know, you could probably make a Moscow Mule a good drink to learn for next week, maybe, if you're turning out to be a fan of them."

"They're not too bad," Seivarden said. "That's the Monday Special solved."

She raised the glass at Summer, then downed it. Putting the glass down, she said:

"Did I mention I had dinner with Hannibal Lecter?"

"You did," Summer nodded. "At the party. Well before I'd had enough to drink to stop really remembering a whole lot."

That didn't come until the karaoke bar, really.

Bless you, all-you-can-drink specials!

"You guys went to have the poison fish thing."

"And survived it," Seivarden said. It was a nice surprise. The dinner, I mean, not surviving the food. I hardly think restaurants would do well if their guests were poisoned."

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