Accord // Canon

[birdsbirdsbirds]

There he is in the lobby, minding his own business. Sitting in one of those low-backed chairs near the fireplace, cheating around Tabby's complaints by making sure they're only lit during the daytime. He gets his comfy warmth and a book, and she doesn't run into horrible rage-trigger madness when she shows up. Everyone wins.

But that aside, he's not paying attention. Rather absorbed, actually, since this story is a pretty good one.

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[heresyandlace]

She orders the filet--rare of course--and shyly requests that the accompanying vegetables be cooked just a slightly different way than they're listed on the menu.

She knows that the chef designed the meal a certain way, but it would just be such a huge favor if they could actually manage it. Just because she can. Just because she wants to make him go that one little unnecessary step for her.

Robin knows. Odds are that she won't end up touching the vegetables at all.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

He knows, all right. It's amusing, despite being entirely unnecessary. Some poor chef will have his work cut out for him, and probably bemoan the changes to his perfectly crafted creation. All so that Kett can have something she doesn't even need.

He, on the other hand, keeps it simple. He asks what's in a couple things (since Italian doesn't exist where he's from), but eventually settles in the lobster... And a side of pasta anyway, perhaps out of stubbornness or spite.

The waiter quickly flashes his best smile (at Kett, Robin gets nothing), and runs off to deliver the order. Robin takes a sip of his expensive wine before rolling right into what he was talking about before.

"Seriously though, it looks different... Did you shine it up, or something?"

[heresyandlace]

"Hmm?" It takes her a moment to go back and find the previously-dropped tail of conversation.

And when she picks it up again, she folds her arms under her chest and leans forward on the table a little--it's so the light overhead can catch the jewels better, really.

"My, Robin. I didn't know you paid such close attention to jewelry."

[birdsbirdsbirds]

"I pay attention to a lot of things," he continues, sinking back into a fitting smirk at the display (of her jewelry, of course). "I suppose I'm just curious. I'm happy to move onto other conversation, if you've any to provide."

He takes a rather generous sip of wine, internally arguing that it'd be a shame to let it go to waste. He's wants to make it worth the money. The reality isn't hard to guess though--despite what he might tell himself, there isn't a moment of his waking hours that couldn't be improved with something to numb the edges.

[heresyandlace]

She follows suit to keep up appearances, though she does have to admit that her choice of wine was a good one. She'll have to remember this one for next time.

"Well, it is my favorite one. I have to keep it nice."

He's free to take that as keeping it shined up, or as altering and enchanting it. Either one.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Robin chuckles into his wineglass before taking another improperly generous sip of wine. By 'keep it nice', he is absolutely taking it to mean that the face of the child peering out of her jewelry finally got to her. He's sure this is the one, after all.

"It feels like it's been--"

But he doesn't get to finish that sentence, because his attention is grabbed by two young women approaching the table. Their food couldn't have been prepared that fast--and they're a little nervous, laughing, simultaneously egging each other forward. He also notices the ripple across the room, while people turn their heads in surprise and curiosity. Someone is breaking all the rules.

But he sinks into a very comfortable smugness when they start talking.

"Oh my gosh," the one pushing giggles, stopping them, "Are you two models or something?"

[heresyandlace]

The approach has her automatically suspicious, but she then rolls that into something like flattered surprise once she sees what they're hovering for. She manages it pretty believably, actually. After a moment, she almost looks downright bashful as she brings up a hand to her mouth.

She's shocked, clearly, and fingers cover traces of anything more deeply amused that that. It's funny how she can manage a look of innocence that she never would have been able to pull off with her other face.

"Models?"

She glances to her partner, but her eyebrows arch just a little too high with quiet, conspiratorial glee. Just enough for him to catch around her more intentional expression.

"Us?"