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"Still going to watch the world cup, even without the presence of the large, raccoon-loving, Viking," they replied with a grin, pulling their drink down although still keeping the straw close to their mouth. They were holding their cold drink as if it was their lifeline at the moment. "Although, at this point, I'm watching just to see who'll win. Not really that invested on any of the teams. Let's just say I'm more interested to see what excuses, or reasons, if we're being nice, that might come up to somewhat explain a win or a loss."

dilly-moore

"Definitely still going to watch," Delilah agreed. She lifted her own drink to her mouth, taking a long sip. She was a night owl by nature, often up late throwing and shaping something on her wheel. She looked to Dylan with a smirk before shaking her head. "Why do guys always have to come up with excuses for loss? It's always that the refs were paid off, or the other team cheated, it's never simply because the players were better."

#f2f: Dylan

kenzie-newman

"I'll be honest, I have been paying zero attention." Mackenzie admitted with a small apologetic shrug. "I'm not really a sport person." Though that was a pretty vague statement - she'd been a professional dancer for half her life. But that was more performance than a traditional sport.

dilly-moore

"That's a big statement for an elite athlete." Her tone was soft, almost playful, as she shook her head. She cradled her iced coffee in her hand, tucking one of her legs up against her chest. She wasn't going to admit just how familiar she was with Kenzie's career. "But I get it. Soccer's not really my thing either. I'm just swept up in the whole energy of it all."

#f2f: kenzie

jj-hayes

JJ listened to the others' words with a raised eyebrow, watching as Mia sat next to him and munched on her cake pop without a care in the world. "Don't remind me. I still haven't recovered from the Tartan Army having to leave Boston," he admitted with a soft laugh. He had spent plenty of hours during the early days of the World Cup, scrolling through the social media posts of the men in kilts taking over the city that was once his home, feeling as if he had missed out on the fun even though he hadn't lived there in over a decade. "Who are you rooting for in the final?"

dilly-moore

"Yes!" She slapped her hand on the table. "Did you see the duck as their mascot? With the little Scottish flag?" That one clip had kept her in a good mood even when her latest glazes had failed. Her gaze dropped to Mia and her cake pop and, almost absently, she offered JJ some extra napkins. She was used to the mess - and well acquainted with a simple snack turning into a disaster. She scooped up her drink, mulling it over in her mind. "Now that Norway is out - I don't know. I think I'll just be rooting for a fun game."

#f2f: JJ

matthewames

With his eyes playfully narrowed, Matt laughed at Dilly's comment. "Monstrosities indeed," he responded, head tilting to the left a moment. "Definitely not going down that road today. No way, no how." At her proposal, however, he left a breath go heavily and slowly, reaching out for a menu. "You've made that difficult. Something different. No pineapple. Awful." He chuckled softly. "What're we counting as offbeat today? Are mushrooms and bacon enough? Or do I have to go further?"

dilly-moore

"Well," she held up her hands with a small laugh, "in my defense, the stomach can handle a lot when you are in your twenties." She wasn't afraid of testing those limits still, but she didn't find that worth mentioning. She slipped her hands in her back pocket leaning over the menu with him and shaking her head at his suggestion. "Sounds delicious, truly but I was thinking more the pickled blueberries and ricotta route. Honors our Maine produce, yeah?"

#f2f: matthew

lenavaz

"… no?" Elena winced, knowing that she was going to embarrass herself, but sports had never been her thing. A little dance, a little gymnastics, but she had never got into soccer -- or football, depending on who she was talking to -- even though the excitement that came along with the sport was palpable with the World Cup. "Oh, come on now," at that, she actually did scoff, "I wouldn't have so many pieces in my house if I didn't love them to bits!" Reaching across the table, she squeezed her friend's hand, as though to apologize for her horrible sins, "and I promise you that if you explain everything that's happening, I will watch one game with you."

dilly-moore

"You missed out, darlin'." Dilly let a bit of a southern accent tint her voice on that last word, squeezing her friend's hand back. "There's only the final left now." She'd let the summer admittedly get away from her. The shop was always busier, her nephew had camp, her mother's house needed more tending. "This wasn't even really about the games. It was all the fans and the cultures coming here. I'm going to remember this for next summer. The women are playing down in Brazil. I'll rope you in somehow" She squeezed Lena's hand before releasing it. "And you're, of course, welcome to come watch the final with me and my nephew."

#f2f: Lena

amberstevenson

Amber tilted her head for moment, a smile curving over her features. "You do know you're talking to the complete wrong person, seeing my home team is the one that sent him home, right?" she mused with a soft chuckle. She didn't actually care about the football in the slightest, but seeing as she'd grown up in England until she was fifteen, she still had some kind of pride there and felt as though she needed to support them. "But no, I don't really care..."

dilly-moore

"Yeah, but no hard feelings. I mean was I even really rooting for America?" She waved her hand in the air in the universal symbol for 'sort-of'. "It'd be cool if they got somewhere, but I'm more interested in a team with a personality. Norway had that. Scotland even, down in Boston. By Thanksgiving I probably won't even remember the games - only the fun bits." She picked a bit of crusted clay on her cuticle. "I bet the Women's World Cup is going to go hard next year."

#f2f: amber

lenavaz

"Is it going to damage our friendship forever if I tell you that I've only caught bits and pieces in the background?" Elena asked, cringing playfully, as though expecting Dilly to yell at her across the table. She had an iced latte in front of her, a delicious brownie off to the side, happy to spend a little time wasting an afternoon with a friend. "I'm just rooting for whatever team looks like they're having the most fun."

dilly-moore

"As in, you haven't watched a single game? Did you even know about the ranch debacle? Haaland? The duck in Boston leading the Scottish tartan army?" She was terrible at keeping her emotions off her face. She was an open book to all who knew her and right now the surprise was splashed across her cheeks. "Lena! I'm - I mean - I'm almost . . . . . disappointed." She let the word linger as she grabbed her own iced coffee and took a sip. "Next you'll be telling me you don't actually like my ceramics."

#f2f: Lena

Location: Cobblestone Cage When: July 18th Who: Closed (5/5)

"I'm going to watch the world cup, but it's like," Delilah shrugged and got comfortable against the Cobblestone's cushions. It was a warm and smokey day outside and she was taking a long lunch from the shop. "My enthusiasm went way down after Norway was eliminated. I really wanted that large, raccoon-loving, Viking in there. What about you?"

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matthewames

For: Open ( 2/5 ) Location: Dine & Drink - Pizza Thyme

"What're you thinking?" questioned Matt as he perused the menu himself. "Whatever you want, it's on me... Anything at all." He was feeling particularly generous today, especially considering it was all for a good cause, too. "Not sure if I'm feeling up for something new or just to go really boring with a margarita," he said with a chuckle.

dilly-moore

"Oh, I'm thinking about some 2 A.M. post break-up potato chips, sour cream, and onion pizza monstrosities right now." One of Delilah's eyebrows lifted as the memory of that taste flooded back. She turned to him at his offer, smiling softly at the kindness. "Thanks, Mr. A. Here's the deal though, I'll only allow it if you step a touch out of the comfort zone and try something new. Not pineapple on pizza because ew, never. Just something a little offbeat."