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March 31
Freezington, Galar
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Gwyar Wledig
Wind Chime [S/Eva]
POSTED ON Mar 22, 2021 19:06:39 GMT
His cheeks reddened, his smile losing its mischievous edge but remaining all the same as his hand slid over the table and he leaned forward, grabbing her own gently. "I'll be in your care, Dr. Morales."
He almost flew out of his seat again when the waiter's voice rang nearby.
He blushed more heavily, his smile wobbly as Eva casually spoke with the waiter and made her order, but he didn't pull away at the very least, shaking off his flush as the other man turned attention towards him.
"Ah... thank you." He uttered as the water was set on the table, his eyes fleeting from it over to the menu, almost immediately finding a familiar plate. "Oh? I did not think Hoenn utilized those terms..."
The waiter noticed what he was looking at, smiling as he looked the knight up and down and made a guess.
"Ah, a man of Galar, perhaps?" He said, prompting Gwyar to look up and nod. "Galarians have become a much more common sight in Hoenn during the past year, so our chef made an effort to add some traditional Galarian Cuisine to the their repertoire."
Gwyar blinked for a moment, before glancing back at the menu.
"I see! Most appreciated." He said with a chuckle, shutting the menu before holding it out to the waiter. "I'll have the Bangers and Mash, then."
A simple, filling meal. He was curious to see what a Hoenn Chef would do with it.
With their orders written down (he had already chosen Eva's, it seemed), the waiter excused himself to the back, leaving them alone for the moment.
"So you like to live dangerously, as the kids say." He said after a moment, turning his gaze to her, a teasing smile on his lips. "What if he brings Miltank Tongue your way?"
A delicacy in some cultures, he had heard.
Not Galarian though. Yuck.
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