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Post by Typhoid on Jan 5, 2008 11:59:26 GMT -5
Ty released his hand so he could do what he needed, substituting it with a smile. "Thank you for dinner."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 5, 2008 13:53:00 GMT -5
::With his hand free, Pietro retrieved his wallet to tend to the bill in cash.:: "Thank you for your presence."
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 5, 2008 14:27:01 GMT -5
Her smile deepened. "And yours."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 5, 2008 23:01:51 GMT -5
::Pietro's lips curled into a thin smile at the reciprocation. He set down the bill with cash and a tip inside, waiting for the waiter to take notice.::
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 5, 2008 23:28:22 GMT -5
Ty got up from the table, coming around to lean over and brush a kiss across his lips. "I'll get our things, while we wait for the waiter to pick that up," she said, knowing Pietro might object, but that he also knew she liked to do things for herself on occasion.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 8, 2008 23:09:41 GMT -5
::Pietro nodded slightly in assent. He would prefer to fetch their jackets, but if she wished to do it, he would not fight her. If she were Wanda, he would race, but it was a date. While she was away, the waiter swept down to take the bill. He asked if change was needed, and Pietro waved it off.::
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 8, 2008 23:12:36 GMT -5
Ty came back with his coat and her flat shoes, her coat already on. "Too vain to change shoes again," she said, making fun of herself good naturedly.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 8, 2008 23:36:04 GMT -5
::Pietro rose from the chair and took his jacket, donning it quickly.:: "You are not vain."
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 8, 2008 23:48:57 GMT -5
She laughed. "Or I just have you fooled."
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 8, 2008 23:51:31 GMT -5
::Pietro inclined his head, relenting. He doubted that she had fooled him, but if she wished to pretend so, let it be that way.::
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 8, 2008 23:59:00 GMT -5
She shook her head, still chuckling- it had little to do with fooling anyone; she teased, nothing more. "Did you have something else planned?" she asked, curious, enjoying the evening out.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 9, 2008 0:02:40 GMT -5
::Pietro extended his arm to her as he stepped down from the slightly elevated booth.:: "I wanted to show you something uptown, if I could."
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 9, 2008 0:10:59 GMT -5
That made her even more curious, but if he wanted to show her instead of tell her, she'd play along. "Alright." She took his arm, stepping down after him and keeping her arm in his as they left the restaurant.
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Post by Pietro Maximoff on Jan 9, 2008 20:33:55 GMT -5
::Pietro walked beside her, taking the outside route to shield her from others as they went down the street. It was not as busy as one outside of the district would be.::
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Post by Typhoid on Jan 9, 2008 20:45:43 GMT -5
Ty simply chose to walk without conversation, enjoying the relatively quiet night and the time away from the Mansion and with Pietro.
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