[ He's laughing, lifting his hands to stop her. It helps; the tension is already bleeding from his shoulders, no longer tightening the corners of his eyes. ]
Don't look at me for that. If we start talking about work or projects, Sciel will know, and she'll punish us.
[ Or she'll give them disappointed looks with those big eyes of hers. Honestly, she can be worse than Maelle. ]
Come on. Between the two of us, we can manage a conversation about other things, right? Like at that ball, back on Pollux.
[ It had been so much fun, it turned out, to glide around the dance floor with Lune, talking idly about all sorts of things unrelated to their projects, the Expedition, or the mission at hand. ]
Let's order some wine, that'll help. And some appetizers... you must be hungry, if you skipped lunch. Do you think they have oysters here?
[ The counter is laced with good humor, though, given mostly due her penchant to be argumentative to some degree. Lune knows better than to underestimate Sciel. She smiles earnestly when Gustave brings up the ball, recalling fondly their dance and time spent exploring the planet sating their curiosity. ]
Mm. That was nice. I suppose we can manage that again.
[ Lightning can indeed strike twice, after all— many times, in fact, if Lune has anything to do with it. Gustave's laughter and improved mood influence hers, her shoulders loosening. She leans back in her chair with a laugh of her own at the question, a grin of amusement lingering on her lips. ]
We should check, but we absolutely cannot tell Sciel about it— those are said to be aphrodisiac, you know.
[ Oysters, that is. Her expression scrunches and her head tips to the side. ]
Where do you think that comes from, anyway? I can hardly think of less... attractive a dish.
[ He's about to open the menu and look when Lune says that, and his whole face scrunches up in a wince, a quick flush warming his cheeks. ]
Lune...
[ Deeply chagrined, and faintly flustered in a way he doesn't think he'd be if this dinner hadn't been predicated as something more... intimate than usual. He's not sure he's ready to see Lune in a new light, as something other than his teammate and friend. He is sure that it's about a thousand times more awkward than usual to be talking about aphrodisiacs right now, even as a joke.
Cheeks still a little pink, he opens the menu and gives her a wry look, then retreats to the list of appetizers and — oh, good, there's the wine. ]
I have no idea, but Sciel definitely can't know. Not that I think she'll be content to give either of us any peace after this.
[ Clearly she's decided this is something that ought to happen, whatever Gustave and Lune themselves might think about it. Of course, he's aware that he doesn't know what Lune thinks about it, which only makes that anxious knot in his gut tie itself tighter. Does Sciel know something he doesn't? Does he want to know, if so?
He does gamely make an attempt to join the teasing, even if it's mostly to be amused at Sciel's machinations. ]
I'm not sure she'd believe us if we said we were just missing Lumiere's fresh seafood.
[ Lune breathes a small chuckle, but the smile touching her lips afterward is somewhat apologetic, sorry to have flustered Gustave unintentionally. She didn't think he was quite that uncomfortable, but maybe it was too much too soon. ]
True. But, what Sciel doesn't know, she can't use to torment us with. She may have a knack for a bit of prediction, but she can't read minds.
[ Just don't tell Sciel she said that! Following suit and cracking open her own menu, Lune traces the items listed upon the pages with a faint hum, her train of thought taking an entirely different track. ]
You know, it's still strange to have this kind of abundance here. Not just food, but all the stuff, everywhere. If we'd had even half of these resources in Lumière... imagine the things we could have achieved.
[ To better life for everyone. They'd seen times of scarcity in Lumière, at times needing to resort to rationing things — at least until their ingenuity bore fruit with different outdome projects and aquafarms, among others. They really were resourceful, for a relatively small community with limited resources and space. ]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
[ He's laughing, lifting his hands to stop her. It helps; the tension is already bleeding from his shoulders, no longer tightening the corners of his eyes. ]
Don't look at me for that. If we start talking about work or projects, Sciel will know, and she'll punish us.
[ Or she'll give them disappointed looks with those big eyes of hers. Honestly, she can be worse than Maelle. ]
Come on. Between the two of us, we can manage a conversation about other things, right? Like at that ball, back on Pollux.
[ It had been so much fun, it turned out, to glide around the dance floor with Lune, talking idly about all sorts of things unrelated to their projects, the Expedition, or the mission at hand. ]
Let's order some wine, that'll help. And some appetizers... you must be hungry, if you skipped lunch. Do you think they have oysters here?
no subject
[ The counter is laced with good humor, though, given mostly due her penchant to be argumentative to some degree. Lune knows better than to underestimate Sciel. She smiles earnestly when Gustave brings up the ball, recalling fondly their dance and time spent exploring the planet sating their curiosity. ]
Mm. That was nice. I suppose we can manage that again.
[ Lightning can indeed strike twice, after all— many times, in fact, if Lune has anything to do with it. Gustave's laughter and improved mood influence hers, her shoulders loosening. She leans back in her chair with a laugh of her own at the question, a grin of amusement lingering on her lips. ]
We should check, but we absolutely cannot tell Sciel about it— those are said to be aphrodisiac, you know.
[ Oysters, that is. Her expression scrunches and her head tips to the side. ]
Where do you think that comes from, anyway? I can hardly think of less... attractive a dish.
no subject
Lune...
[ Deeply chagrined, and faintly flustered in a way he doesn't think he'd be if this dinner hadn't been predicated as something more... intimate than usual. He's not sure he's ready to see Lune in a new light, as something other than his teammate and friend. He is sure that it's about a thousand times more awkward than usual to be talking about aphrodisiacs right now, even as a joke.
Cheeks still a little pink, he opens the menu and gives her a wry look, then retreats to the list of appetizers and — oh, good, there's the wine. ]
I have no idea, but Sciel definitely can't know. Not that I think she'll be content to give either of us any peace after this.
[ Clearly she's decided this is something that ought to happen, whatever Gustave and Lune themselves might think about it. Of course, he's aware that he doesn't know what Lune thinks about it, which only makes that anxious knot in his gut tie itself tighter. Does Sciel know something he doesn't? Does he want to know, if so?
He does gamely make an attempt to join the teasing, even if it's mostly to be amused at Sciel's machinations. ]
I'm not sure she'd believe us if we said we were just missing Lumiere's fresh seafood.
no subject
True. But, what Sciel doesn't know, she can't use to torment us with. She may have a knack for a bit of prediction, but she can't read minds.
[ Just don't tell Sciel she said that! Following suit and cracking open her own menu, Lune traces the items listed upon the pages with a faint hum, her train of thought taking an entirely different track. ]
You know, it's still strange to have this kind of abundance here. Not just food, but all the stuff, everywhere. If we'd had even half of these resources in Lumière... imagine the things we could have achieved.
[ To better life for everyone. They'd seen times of scarcity in Lumière, at times needing to resort to rationing things — at least until their ingenuity bore fruit with different outdome projects and aquafarms, among others. They really were resourceful, for a relatively small community with limited resources and space. ]