You look almost surprised for a moment but then end up laughing. It’s not a mean laugh, just…surprised.
“Well, of course it is. I wouldn’t take you somewhere unimpressive.” You say. You even open the front door of the restaurant for her even though technically you could have given anyone half of a look and gotten someone else to do it. It’s worth it to be polite to her, you think. She’s been nice so far after all, and you would be terribly out of character to be rude all of a sudden.
Upon walking inside the two of you are immediately met by the maitre d of the restaurant. He looks a little nervous to see a Fuzz and a Scoundrel standing side by side but ushers the two of you to a corner of the dining room with little spoken fuss.
You slide into one of the seats and take his offered menu with a smile. Then when he hurries back off you grin a bit at Handy.
“You can order anything you like. I’ve got something of a tab here.”
At the dame’s response you cannot help the slightest of blushes from surging on your cheeks. And also took advantage of the educate gesture she just made to hide it and keep it from getting redder. “Thank you,” is all you could quickly muster out afterwards.
This really isn’t a situation you can properly handle. Miss Bawd is a woman of respect, undoubtedly, but you barely know her and this makes you feel in the least bothered. The whole place makes you think everyone is disapproving your stance. It all gives you the impression of walking in a minefield - even following the maître d’s every step feels ridiculously hard.
All in all, it was possible to make it flawlessly, sitting in an awkward fashion on the seat, not really knowing how to arrange your legs, thankful a menu was offered so there was no necessity to stare blankly at anything at all.
When the woman’s words make themselves heard, you turn to look at her, offering a shy smile, ”Ah, right. Um...” bashful, you skim through the numbers, trying to find the cheapest elements on the menu. It’s quite hard, you’re getting ahead of yourself, forgetting the afore-read ones.
In a fit of clumsiness, you opt to make at least some conversation to both gain time and say what you couldn’t before. “Before I forget once more,” you begin, attempting your best to not show nervousness through tonality, “I’d like to say I’m grateful for you treating me to this...” - a quick glance at the numbers again, - “... Even though it was me who suggested the dining.”
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