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"oh, don't be spoiled." francie scolded him playfully.

once they were inside she was waving her hand to get them a table. they were told to sit wherever they liked and that had francie thinking, where would fernando eliard silph want to sit? probably somewhere he could see every exit and entrance but have quick access to one of them. with that in mind, she picked a table that would allow exactly that.

now, why would she assume he'd like that? because she did. she liked having an escape and being able to keep an eye on the unexpected. be it paranoia or experience, life led her to think those things through and prepare for them.

"more importantly," she pointed her finger up before taking one of the menus in the compartment holding the condiments on the side of the table. "anything you can think of that you'd eat for breakfast, and some foods that you wouldn't. they serve breakfast all day, but they have other stuff as well. i've just only had the breakfast menu here." clearly, francie was a fan of breakfast foods.

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his closeness was not lost on her. in fact, it caused her nose to pick up on his scent. natural or otherwise, it was nice. not overpowering either, which was a relief. she'd known others who would spray so much fake on them that they smelled like a department store. but maybe that had been their point.

"whether i know it better than you or not, i don't know your palate better than you do." she leaned a bit toward him, revealing the menu for him a bit more. "are you more a breakfast man, a lunch man, or a dinner man, mr. silph?"

she wasn't the type to blush and move away from personal space being invaded. her personal space bubble pretty well only surrounded her private areas. she was a cuddler and enjoyed physical contact, so it was a welcome change.

she wouldn't have pegged him as one to allow such closeness, but was relieved to learn he was.

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Francie's eyes linger over the menu. Her expression clearly reads that Mr. Silph is not only being difficult but a bit of a spoiled sport. She decides not to focus on that and instead focuses on what he might like. He seems like a man that can pretty well eat anything-- except the strange foods. Like alfalfa and the like. Strange sprouts that nobody really eats.

"I'll be having the strawberry and blackberry crepes, with a side of ... yep, cheese grits." It was an odd combination and now the pregnant writer wants some dammit but it sounded delicious. "He'll have your breakfast combo, with bacon, scrambled eggs, hash, and ... toast, not biscuits." With a final smile to the waitress, she set the menu down and turned her gaze to Fernando.

"Well? How'd I do?"

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"I grew up there," she began with a smile. "I was in born in Rustboro, since Petalburg only has an ER, and my father actually works as a teacher in Rustboro. But he enjoys the bike ride." That was silly information to tell a person just a few hours into meeting them, but, then again, Fernando had asked.

"What about you? Why League Council?" Her attention was off of herself and onto him. Her eyes moved from her fingers fidgeting with the edge of the table up to him, focusing on him. She had a habit of staring people right in the eyes and having no fear- probably a habit from having been a trainer. Lots of eye contact, that.

‣ FERNANDO SILPH

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That look in his eyes didn't scare her, because it wasn't directed at her. Instead, it made her curious. It made her so curious she was a little annoyed that he was being vague. But she'd only just met the man! She shouldn't have expected him to bare his soul to her... even if for whatever reason that's all she really wanted.

The story of his home being taken, Kanto, it had a small part of her boiling with irritation and rage. The same bubble and boil that had her joining up to become a gym leader. That boil and bubble that had her hating the fact that it took her until the Slateport Invasion to even bother thinking about joining up to help against Rocket. She wasn't ashamed though. It was one of those, 'Not on my turf' moments. But now that she could see the hurt that was caused in Kanto, she did regret having not fought a little sooner.

"Why would they dislike you, Mr. Silph?" A smile appeared after her words. She wasn't making light of his point, but she was teasing him. "Do you have bad standing with the rest of the council? I have to admit, I haven't been as up with the politics of the council as I should have been."

‣ FERNANDO SILPH

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Kim Cole seemed pretty, and he was part of the politics she was referring to, but she understood what Fernando meant by that statement. Politics could get, metaphorically - or literally - bloody. People of power over other people were typically assassinated if disliked enough. From Champions and Commissioners to Councilmen, she supposed.

"It's interesting, how differences can cause such fear in people." It was an offhanded comment, but she meant it. One person of power that is different than the rest would spur rumors of disloyalty. Messy.

"But you've proved you're looking out for the best of Hoenn, haven't you? At least, I haven't heard the opposite to be true." That Mr. Silph was looking for the worst for Hoenn, looking to tear it down.

"I think if you have a revenge mindset, but it's leading you to better the region and make it stronger so that the same thing doesn't happen again, then it's... well, sort of heroic." She shrugged; as if she hadn't just paid him a compliment.

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