Vanya looks instantly like she put her hand in a cookie jar and got it caught, some combination of alarm and worry, but Allison can't bother to look too surprised by it. People here were ... strange. It was more usual in that part than anything else and odd as it was, some people here were just vampires. Apparently. She didn't love it, but at least they weren't underfoot.
But Vanya's words gave her a blink of surprise, and she'd been leaning forward, halfway into writing her question when the waitress came up. They floated, half a sentence made and left, as Allison watched Vanya order.
Then, she lifted her menu and turned it, so many times at having had to do this with no one around already. There's a pasted, yet play-pleased, smile that goes with looking up at the waitress, and then to the menu where she pointed at the cocktail she wanted to start with first, forgoing Vanya's mimosa longing.
It doesn't take her more than a second to figure it out, and when she repeats it as a question, Allison nods.
Then, she leaned back in her chair, looking back to the words at the edge of her vision, and then Vanya, finishing them, and then sending. Are you going to take him up on it?
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But Vanya's words gave her a blink of surprise, and she'd been leaning forward, halfway into writing her question when the waitress came up. They floated, half a sentence made and left, as Allison watched Vanya order.
Then, she lifted her menu and turned it, so many times at having had to do this with no one around already. There's a pasted, yet play-pleased, smile that goes with looking up at the waitress, and then to the menu where she pointed at the cocktail she wanted to start with first, forgoing Vanya's mimosa longing.
It doesn't take her more than a second to figure it out, and when she repeats it as a question, Allison nods.
Then, she leaned back in her chair, looking back to the words at the edge of her vision, and then Vanya, finishing them, and then sending. Are you going to take him up on it?