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Cafe Fina - Tuesday Evening

It was Prompto’s birthday and Liz wanted to take him out to a nice dinner and so she decided to take him to Cafe Fina, which was special to them because it had been the location of their first date and that was nearly a year ago now for her as well.

Even though she wasn’t sure if it was completely safe for her eat Sea Bass this time.

For the dinner, Liz was wearing one of her maternity dresses, a slightly different style and colour to the one that she had worn at the wedding.

She had her camera ready to take pictures throughout the evening and her main present to give Prompto, since she had finished knitting him his scarf, done in yellow and white and a few other gifts that she had wanted to give him as well.

“This is nice,” she remarked once they had been shown to their table, “I don’t think this place has actually changed all that much since the last time we were here,”

She knew it had been much longer for Prompto than for her but she also hadn’t been back since their date so she was a little surprised to see that it still looked very much the same since as it had last time.

[for Prompto. Cafe Fina can also be open for anyone else wanting to use the restaurant!]

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"Well, the cats are definitely different," Prompto noted with a laugh, having nearly tripped over one of them streaking by under his feet on their way to the table. He deftly avoided it, though, more amused than anything else. He was in that same black shirt and jacket he'd worn to the wedding, because he really didn't have much else that was nice right now, and he was definitely looking around for other things that might have changed or even the things that hadn't, just to jog his memory a little bit better.

"But they've been everywhere all day," he finished as they got settled at the table, "so my guess if more Fandom thing than Fina. But you're right. This is nice. Thanks for thinking of it."

Liz couldn't help but laugh at that, "that's true, the cats weren't here last time," she agreed, "there were so many cats at the store today, I took some photos to send to Hellboy,"

Her smile widened at the last part, "you're welcome, and happy birthday," she added, in case she hadn't been saying it enough throughout the day, "I hope you've been having a nice birthday,"

"I have been having," Prompto assured her, sending a pleased, appreciative grin her way, already reaching over the table for her hand so that he could extra-emphasize it by giving it a squeeze, "the best birthday. Everything has been amazing. Thank you."

There was, really, only one thing he could think of that could improve it, and that thing was impossible, so no one could be faulted for that. But thinking about it then meant giving Liz's hand just a little bit of an extra squeeze.

"This really all has been...mind-blowingly great," he added, and he was almost compelled to add something about it being too much, or him not really deserving it, or something self-deprecating like that, but he managed to hold it back.

Liz smiled, her cheeks going red as Prompto gave her hand a squeeze, she took the moment to enjoy how nice it was with the two of them sitting there, “I’m glad this has been so great for you, you deserve this so much,” she told him.

Edited 2022-10-25 09:46 (UTC)

"Well, I don't know about that," Prompto said, with a bit of a sheepish laugh, because maybe a little bit of that self-deprecation was going to leak out if she went ahead and just nudged the door to it open like that. "But it's definitely been nice. Easily the best birthday I've had in years, and it's not even over yet. I mean, I guess we could end up getting really bad food poisoning or something, but even then, it'd still be way up there at the top of best birthdays probably ever."

“Well I hope we don’t end up with really bad food poisoning,” Liz said with a smile, “that’s not quite what I had in mind for the evening,” she added, her cheeks going redder at that.

Any implications of that comment might have completely gone right over Prompto's head if it weren't for the deepening of Liz's blush, which made his grin go a little crooked and his own blush start to blossom and spread across his cheeks, especially if it turned out that his assumptions about that comment were just sort of wishful thinking, but...well...he did have plenty of evidence to back his assumption up.

"I'd be a little concerned," he noted, tilting his grin her way, "if it was. There are much cheaper ways to get food poisoning, anyway."

Liz smiled shyly at that and giggled, her blush going redder as she smiled up at Prompto, which would definitely help confirm Prompto’s assumptions about what Liz did have in mind for the evening.

“That is true,” she noted, “we could definitely have gone somewhere other than here for that but hopefully this will be a nice evening out, dinner, dessert …after dessert,” she added with a grin.

Edited 2022-10-25 10:44 (UTC)

"Mmmmm," Prompto nodded a little, with a thoughtful sort of hum, any attempts at a very serious face spoiled by that persistent grin, and he took up a menu. He made a show out of starting to look it over, but he was mostly just peering over it at Liz for all those giggles and shifting blushes. "I do rather enjoy after dessert..."

Liz was bright red now as she picked up her own menu, “well…I think it’s only fair that you can have as much dessert as you want,” she said shyly.

"I don't knoooow," Prompto hedged, because, hey, if she was going to just leave that door open for him, then of course he was going to go ahead and shamelessly head right through, "that could be an awful lot of dessert..."

And what a fun way for him to be reminded, later on that evening, that he was definitely not the twenty-year-old he had been earlier that year this was going to be!

It shouldn’t be possible for someone to blush that much and Liz found that menu to be really fascinating right now, “well it could be a fun challenge,” she grinned shyly, as she lowered her menu to look up at him.

And when Liz looked over the menu at him, Prompto was there, looking back, to catch her haze with his own, as well as a grin full of intention and a face filled with enough red that she could probably count every one of his freckles from across the table.

"Challenge accepted."

Hey, that alternate future with twelve kids didn't just manifest out of thin air, people.

But lest all other potential futures be rendered unlikely due to Liz's untimely death from too much blushing become a concern, he chuckled faintly, he offered, "We'll never get to dessert, much less extra dessert, if we don't start maybe figuring out what we're ordering, first and foremost...."

Liz was rather grateful for the change in topic, since she was pretty sure if she did go any redder she would combust.

She smiled shyly at him, still very red as she glanced back at her menu, “I suppose choosing our meals like last time won’t work tonight,” she considered, “especially if I end up with something that I can’t eat,”

And Liz, in particular, combusting would be very, very bad.

But Prompto was feeling a lowkey panic of a different kind in that moment, blinking at Liz now with a spark of confusion. "Like last time?" he asked, and then desperately tried to scour his memories from some small detail from ten very long years ago to pop out at him. He remembered them coming here for their first date, but everything else, including what they'd had, was pretty fuzzy. How had they decided? Wasn't it just...

"Oh! That's right!" His laugh was just as relieved to have found it as it was victorious. "We just picked something random, right? Closed our eyes, let fate decide?"

Fate had been much better to Liz than it had been to him, he remembered that now, too!

"I mean," he offered, with a little bit of a grin, "we could still try that. If you land on something you can't eat, I'll just have it, or you just go until you pick something that works. Though there's definitely a few things on this menu I haven't even thought of in ages..."

Thankfully there was going to be no immediate combusting, at least right before dinner anyway.

Liz smiled, even though she felt rather bad that she hadn’t clarified what she had meant like last time - that it had been much longer for Prompto than her since their last date.

“We did close our eyes and leave it up to fate,” she nodded, “well … it could be kind of fun to try and see what we end up with?” she considered, “and then if you want, we can order additional meals as well?” she suggested.

"Additional meals," said Prompto, who had spent a good portion of his afternoon fending off additional free pastries from very kind new people, "sounds very dangerous. Besides....we wouldn't want to fill up too much, and leave no room for that dessert."

He threw in a wink there, unable to help himself, apparently not willing to completely stave off putting the whole island at risk tonight for an opening like that.

And right on cue Liz started blushing again and stared down at her menu to compose herself, “well … we wouldn’t want that now would we?” she smiled, “well … since it’s your birthday, I think it’s only fair that you decide what meals you want to have, especially if you want room for … dessert,” she couldn’t help it, she started giggling.

Edited 2022-10-25 23:15 (UTC)

"Gods," Prompto breathed out, watching that all transpire with an utterly charmed, captivated, downright smitten grin plastered on his face, "you are so freaking cute..."

He shook her head a little, but it did nothing to tamper down that grin.

"And you should definitely be picking what you want, too, especially considering it's two of you that has to enjoy it."

There was definitely still a lot of blushing, “and you’re very handsome,” she told him with a shy smile.

She paused as she took a moment to have a look through the menu, “I’m not sure what we want to eat,” she admitted, “what do you think you’ll have?“

Maybe it would help give her some ideas.

Prompto made a face, wrinkling his nose and sticking out his tongue a little, with a shake of his head in clear disagreement with any statements on his status as handsome, but he clearly would not press the issue of Liz's clearly questionable taste right now.

"Honestly?" he then said, his attention turned away from self-deprication and back to the menu. "The risotto keeps trying to pull me in, but then there's this creamy Tuscan salmon? It almost sounds like something they used to have at these diners, in Lucis."

He hesitated a moment, not wanting to bring too much of darkness of Eos into this nice, bright night, looking over at Liz to gauge her reaction as he nudged a little bit further. "The Crow's Nest. Did I ever tell you about those? It sounds like something they served there, only, you know, fancier."

“The risotto does sound nice,” Liz considered as she had another look through the menu.

Her expression softened, ready to listen to Prompto talk if he wanted to about Eos and Lucis, “I don’t think you ever mentioned those,” she said as she thought back to the conversations they had had, “it does sound wonderful,” she said, she didn’t want to push if he wasn’t ready but she would listen as long as he needed.

"Oh, man," said Prompto, "they were the best. There were a few in the city, but they were practically everywhere out on the road. Good luck convincing Iggy to pull over unless were filling up for gas. He was obviously above greasy roadside diner food."

Although he'd seen that guy dig into some Kenny's Salmon though with relish, so he suspected Ignis liked it more than he let on, but now he was feeling himself get sad from remembering, and then he felt bad for bringing sadness into this very nice birthday dinner, so he pushed through with a smile and a shrug of his shoulder.

"Anyway," he said, trying to make himself feel as light as he'd said it, "I think that's what I'll have."

Liz gave a small smile as she listened to Prompto talk about the Crow’s Nest and about Ignis with the food, “that all must have been so nice though,” she said and she noticed how he seemed to change the subject, she didn’t want to push him to talk if he wasn’t ready but she lowered her menu and reached a hand out across the table for Prompto to take if he wanted support.

“I think I might have the risotto,” she considered, “that definitely sounds like something we both could go for,”

Even if he didn't need the support (which he did, desperately, no matter how hard he tried to deny or ignore it), like Prompto could ever turn down a chance to hold Liz's hand. He reached out to take it in his own, giving it a grateful little squeeze, as he smiled over at her.

"Then it sounds like we've got ourselves a plan."

Liz returned the smile, taking a moment to appreciate the hand squeeze, “it definitely does,” she agreed as she smiled up at him.

“So we’ll have the two mains, did you want anything else to go with it or just see how we go with these dishes first?" she asked as she put down her menu.

"Mmmmm," Prompto was much more interested in looking at Liz now than menues, anyway. "Maybe a nice salad or something."

Ten-year-old him would be so shocked and appalled at this man who actually was pretty sure he could eat salads all day now and be perfectly content with that.

"Again," he grinned, his thumb now rubbing against the back of Liz's hand a little, "don't want to fill up too much..."

And, yes, he was probably going to bring that up every chance he got now, especially if it continued to make her blush and giggle the way it had before.

Prompto would not be disappointed because Liz did start blushing and giggling straight away at that, especially when he started rubbing the back of her hand, “a salad does nice,” Liz managed after a moment to compose herself, “and that way there is plenty of room for desert as well,” she added with a shy smile.

With that settled, then, and with a mind toward all those desserts ahead of them, Prompto went ahead and got the attention of the waiter, so that they could get their order in, settle one some drinks, and all that little minutiae that came with actually ordering the food, and the waiter swept away agan.

"And now," he grinned over at Liz again, "we wait.

"Thanks again for this," he added, after a moment of just enjoying everything again.

“You’re welcome,” Liz smiled happily, glad that she was able to do this for Prompto, “I do have your gifts to give you as well, would you like them now or to wait until we’re finished eating?”

She paused, realising how that sounded, “I mean actual gifts that are wrapped, for your birthday … um …” and cue the blushing again.

And poor innocent Prompto here, who was pretty well settled into the desserts metaphor, didn't even think of that until Liz clarified, after which his general excitement about presents just turned into kind of a snicker.

"Well, I wouldn't think yoi'd be offering to give those kinds of gifts now," he teased, "although that would be a very nice way to pass the time while we wait."

Liz was almost as red as Hellboy now and maybe there was a renewed threat of self combustion before dinner after all.

“I mean we could do that instead, there’s not many people here and it is your birthday,” she considered with a shy smile.

Who knew one little birthday dinner would wind up being so dangerous?

"We could," Prompto agreed, trying to look particularly thoughtful on this proposition, but it was a little bit spoiled by his grin and the return of his own blush, not nearly so bright and red as Liz's, but undeniable in its presence. "You make some pretty good points, but I do like this place. I'm not sure they'd let us back in after that....even if it is my birthday."

Which, well, technically, it wasn't really anyway.

It was certainly shaping up to be a potentially dangerous explosive evening.

Liz giggled, “I mean I would also like to come back here,” she agreed, “I wouldn't want us to get kicked out, I think that would be a very a poor way to end the evening,”

"I don't know if I'd call it that," Prompto said with a chuckle. "If you're going to get kicked out of a place, that's definitely one of the better ways to do it."

Liz smiled shyly at him, “true, I wonder if anyone has ever gotten kicked out of here before?” she couldn’t help but wonder, she couldn’t remember hearing anything about it while she had been a student, “we could always end up being the first, that would be pretty memorable,” she giggled.

"You," said Prompto, brows lifted, smirk plastered on his face, leaning forward so that he could peer over the table at Liz almost accusingly, "are doing absolutely nothing to convince me that this isn't a bad idea."

This was, after all, the same guy who'd managed to be one of the few students to actually get detentions in recent years....

Liz giggled at that, “well I do want to make sure you have a very nice, memorable birthday,” she said shyly, “maybe just this once I could give you one of those gifts here?”

Hopefully she wouldn’t combust either.

Well, that would probably make it pretty memorable if she did!

"I don't mind waiting for gifts," Prompto told Liz, grinning a little more, leaning forward a lot more, feeling grateful that these tables weren't too big to make something like this incredibly awkward, "but maybe..." The grin went crooked with a new splash of pink and freckles across his cheeks, "...you could still give me a hint..."

“Well in that case I can definitely give you a hint,” Liz smiled, still blushing that very bright shade of red and then she leaned in over the table to give Prompto a kiss.

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