Feels more just like a temporary band-aid than an actual solution, correct? I've offered my suite to others before, just for them to have a place to stay, but it doesn't solve the fundamental issue here.
[But with that last statement, he matches her grin with his own, something almost boyish about it. They can't solve the suite issue for others right now and he still wants to enjoy this date with Nami without getting bogged down by deeper issues. Those problems can be addressed later. Even back home, he had breaks like this, because it's not like one can solve mutant acceptance just by talking about it over dinner.
It's okay to experience life a little still.]
It sounds like it. [He agrees easily, only looking away from Nami when their orders arrive on the table along with an extra bottle of wine, which the server conveniently opens for them before leaving once more. Oh, right, he really hasn't been drinking all that much, huh? But guess he's just been so interested in learning more about her.]
Looks pretty good. [Scott glances down at his meal, reaching for his utensils to start digging in.] I'm assuming that you've had to eat whatever is available, since you were at sea a lot.
[ Likewise, it's only after the waiter brings them more wine, that Nami remembers her glass, pulling it closer to have a sip as she glances over the plates set down in front of each of them.
Reaching for her fork to try a bite, Nami glances up at Scott's words. There's a brief pang of sadness that darkens her gaze, there and gone in a second, before she shakes her head. Sanji was here up until recently, and while she's relieved he's home, the unwitting reminder that she's without her crew is still sobering until she brushes it aside. Which she does in short order, flexing that poker face, unwilling to dwell inwardly and ruin their date. ]
We fish a lot, but, we've got one of the best cooks in the East Blue on our crew. It's always a surprise what he can make. Before him, I did a lot of the cooking, but the guys didn't like it when I charged them for what I made.
[ To which she shrugs. Business is business, after all, and back home Nami's always into the business of affectionately exploiting a crewmate for their cash. ]
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[But with that last statement, he matches her grin with his own, something almost boyish about it. They can't solve the suite issue for others right now and he still wants to enjoy this date with Nami without getting bogged down by deeper issues. Those problems can be addressed later. Even back home, he had breaks like this, because it's not like one can solve mutant acceptance just by talking about it over dinner.
It's okay to experience life a little still.]
It sounds like it. [He agrees easily, only looking away from Nami when their orders arrive on the table along with an extra bottle of wine, which the server conveniently opens for them before leaving once more. Oh, right, he really hasn't been drinking all that much, huh? But guess he's just been so interested in learning more about her.]
Looks pretty good. [Scott glances down at his meal, reaching for his utensils to start digging in.] I'm assuming that you've had to eat whatever is available, since you were at sea a lot.
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Reaching for her fork to try a bite, Nami glances up at Scott's words. There's a brief pang of sadness that darkens her gaze, there and gone in a second, before she shakes her head. Sanji was here up until recently, and while she's relieved he's home, the unwitting reminder that she's without her crew is still sobering until she brushes it aside. Which she does in short order, flexing that poker face, unwilling to dwell inwardly and ruin their date. ]
We fish a lot, but, we've got one of the best cooks in the East Blue on our crew. It's always a surprise what he can make. Before him, I did a lot of the cooking, but the guys didn't like it when I charged them for what I made.
[ To which she shrugs. Business is business, after all, and back home Nami's always into the business of affectionately exploiting a crewmate for their cash. ]