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Caritas, Saturday - After 3MD

Well, Tino was all set up, thinking he was going to get some numbers out of the dating event for reasons that Jane couldn't quite suss out.

So she was just going to be at her end of the bar to help out anyone who needed a drink. Tino could deal with the disappointment when people just wanted a drink and to be left alone over on his part of the bar.

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"I was rather certain," Ignis replied, "that I wouldn't see you at all."

Obviously not a reflection on how he thought their date had gone.

"But I would like to cook for you. I will hardly be so bold as to even come close to tantalising your tastebuds as thoroughly as your exquisite fruit salad, but I can promise you won't be disappointed. When might you be available?"

"You wouldn't--" A pause and then the sense of her got closer, the scent of her more full in his nose. She peered at him under the slightly brighter lights, getting a better view of the scars from under his glasses here near the bar.

"Ah," she said, a sound of understanding and that sense of closeness eased as she shifted back out of his intimate personal space. "Well, I have a truly distressing amount of time upon my hands," she said, voice sounding no different than it had a moment before. "It galls me to say so, but it's entirely possible that your schedule will be the limiting factor here, not mine. I have only recently returned and so my social calendar is barren and my business calendar exists at my whim."

Her stomach rumbles again, but you know, she was just going to cover that with a small trill of a laugh.

Edited 2023-09-09 23:33 (UTC)

There was a moment, brief though it was, of that slight bit of pride Ignis felt when someone was, belated, caught off guard by his blindness, though his attention shifted acutely toward those subtle changes in the air, in his sense of Liliana's presence, as she moved closer. And then there was a moment, perhaps a little less brief, of disappointment when she moved away again.

"I would say, then," he mused, deciding to graciously avoid mentioning his own lack of a well-filled schedule, "any day after Tuesday would suit me well; that day is quite packed, as it were. And I hear there's a bit of a soiree in town next week on Friday, so it would behoove me to suggest something in between. Wednesday, perhaps?"

There was a pause, before he couldn't help himself from mentioning it.

"Though I have a suspicion," as good of a job as she did of trying to mask it, "that something to tide you over in the meantime might not be the worst idea."

"Hmm, Wednesday..." she said, pretending to ponder that for a moment. "Mmm, I did have the day marked off for spoiling Josu and a truly decadent bath penciled in during the evening, but I suppose I could shift those around a bit to squeeze a dinner in."

At his comment about her current state of hunger, Liliana went quiet. "I was unexpectedly called away," she said, a little stiffly. Ignis likely knew what it sounded like when someone was torn between common sense and pride and Liliana seemed to be possessed of both in spades. "And I simply haven't had a chance to obtain anything new."

"Well, I'll certainly have to bring my A game," Ignis noted, with more than just a touch of dryness to it, "if I'm going to make it worth your while enough to displace your bath."

But more to the immediate point:

"Though it's certainly early enough still to grab something now, I would imagine; the island is definitely not lacking in dining establishments, and if that doesn't quite suit you, I do have a significant repertoire of quicker recipehs that should be no trouble at all to whip up quickly enough."

"It is an excellent bath," she assured him. "Very large and very deep. The water comes up to--may I?" She leaned back in, brushing a cool finger along the bottom of his chin. "Right there. Including bubbles, of course. I suppose without bubbles - though why would you?" Another brush, this time her nail trailed down his throat to right below his Adam's apple. "The hot water ends here. I pour a little bit of my perfume in it and let the steam waft up into my face and hair. That, and a nice bottle of wine..."

Once again, she pulled away, out of his personal space, though not as far. "I'm not opposed to dinner this evening as well," she said. "I trust your knowledge of restaurants about the island is superior to mine. And your desire to cook, greatly so." Her chuckle is warm, close to his ear.

There was, briefly, a moment of uncertainty, as Ignis didn't immediately guess what it was Liliana was asking permission for, and once her finger touched his chin, there was a slight jolt in his attention, even if he did anticipate the shift in her moment mere seconds before it made contact. His chin lifted as that finger traveled down, and he liked to think that he was able to rein in too much of a reaction, but it honestly felt like so long that he wasn't sure he trusted his perception on that to know for certain that his breath didn't give him away.

"Which really, then," he said, "leave me with only two questions. What are you hungry for?" He meant food, of course, but had a certain inkling that this question could be very open to interpretation. "And, even more importantly...what kind of wine?"

"Something hearty," Liliana said thoughtfully. "Rich and savory. Nothing delicate or terribly sweet. I'd like to be full."

Of food, thank you. It's been like a day or so since she'd eaten.

...Well, okay. Mostly

"Which means that the wine should be a robust red. Full-bodied."

"Mmm," Ignis gave a small, approving nod with the thoughtful hum. "Hearty and savory can certainly be arranged. And we'd best get going, then."

Before her stomach started that rumbling again.

Honestly, the fact that he'd allowed such hunger to go unattended for as long as he had was downright criminal, really.

All that time spent drinking and brooding over whether or not he should find her while she was wasting away over here, growing ever-hungrier.

For shame, Ignis.

"Sounds delightful," she said, finishing off her wine and sliding her arm through his if he'd allow her to.

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