[Marie may have found a few things that fascinate her in this restaurant; the intricate chandeliers casting just enough light to not upstage the patrons, the polished mahogany tables with comfortably cushioned chairs, the beautiful paintings of the chefs and staff hard at work serving their best dishes...
Sanson takes his seat next to her, although he spares a split second to let his eyes hover over their surroundings as he has a small and very irrational fear of being found here alone with Marie and then having to sit and watch her be spirited away from him by her many adoring fans. He quickly clears his throat.]
Thank you...because that's precisely why I had our reservation here.
[A waiter hands them their menus as soon as those words are out of his mouth.]
[ Well timed. Marie takes up the menu quickly while Sanson speaks to her pleasantly, her eyes scanning up and down the available dishes, some more appealing than others. In a mood for the savoury kind, followed by what she thinks would be the sweetest dessert around, she quietly makes her orders while the waiter notes them down on his hologram device. ]
As you should. It is not an everyday occurrence to have dinners like these, and today is special, as we both know.
[ Once they both make the orders and the waiter is dismissed, Marie places both her elbows on the table, head tilted as she rests her chin between laced fingers. ]
This was a good choice of a restaurant. We should go back sometime. Perhaps for your birthday?
[Having scoped out the place previously, Sanson knows exactly what he wants from the menu, choosing a chicken main course with a side salad and potatoes. When the waiter disappears, he adjusts his posture in his seat slightly, his hands resting on the tabletop.
Satisfied that there seems to be no one else they recognize in the restaurant with them, his mood remains light and agreeable. After all, he would not be averse at all to another dinner here.]
My birthday is not for three more months, but that can be arranged.
[ An idea makes way in her head, but she's not sharing it. Part of Marie suspects that Sanson might disapprove of it, and try to run away... therefore, she'll have to act carefully.
It will possibly be the best birthday of his extra Servant life, depending on how her plans turn out.
The Queen's smile warms up when drinks are being served. ]
I see. There is yet time to do something... I shall keep it in mind.
[He may not disapprove per se, but depending on what the surprise is, Sanson would certainly try and make himself scarce from other people. It sounds like Marie does want to make his birthday celebration big...bigger than a simple fancy dinner for two.]
You don't have to; I'm satisfied with something like this.
[Marie doesn't have to take precious time and energy away from her schedule for his 281st birthday, really.]
[There's probably no convincing Marie otherwise. Besides, a part of Sanson is flattered that she would think of him so much that she would want to do something for him.
Just like he did for her. It's a bit easier to think of this as her way of returning the favor.]
I did say birthdays were special... [He shakes his head.] It's as if I'm trapped by my own words.
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Sanson takes his seat next to her, although he spares a split second to let his eyes hover over their surroundings as he has a small and very irrational fear of being found here alone with Marie and then having to sit and watch her be spirited away from him by her many adoring fans. He quickly clears his throat.]
Thank you...because that's precisely why I had our reservation here.
[A waiter hands them their menus as soon as those words are out of his mouth.]
I've learned to cherish moments like this.
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As you should. It is not an everyday occurrence to have dinners like these, and today is special, as we both know.
[ Once they both make the orders and the waiter is dismissed, Marie places both her elbows on the table, head tilted as she rests her chin between laced fingers. ]
This was a good choice of a restaurant. We should go back sometime. Perhaps for your birthday?
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Satisfied that there seems to be no one else they recognize in the restaurant with them, his mood remains light and agreeable. After all, he would not be averse at all to another dinner here.]
My birthday is not for three more months, but that can be arranged.
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[ An idea makes way in her head, but she's not sharing it. Part of Marie suspects that Sanson might disapprove of it, and try to run away... therefore, she'll have to act carefully.
It will possibly be the best birthday of his extra Servant life, depending on how her plans turn out.
The Queen's smile warms up when drinks are being served. ]
I see. There is yet time to do something... I shall keep it in mind.
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You don't have to; I'm satisfied with something like this.
[Marie doesn't have to take precious time and energy away from her schedule for his 281st birthday, really.]
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[ Birthdays are important, and those who think they're not... well, they're wrong, and she'll prove it! ]
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Just like he did for her. It's a bit easier to think of this as her way of returning the favor.]
I did say birthdays were special... [He shakes his head.] It's as if I'm trapped by my own words.
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[ At least he's got time to prepare himself for that. She smiles very amiably at him. ]
You should start thinking about what gift you would like to have from me.
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Marie...spending time with you is already a gift in itself. But if you insist, I would treasure anything you give me.
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[ That gives out room for... a lot of things that will be hard to pick. He's not really helping!
Marie takes the glass in her slim fingers and swirls its content around. ]
No preference, really? There must be something you would love to have on you.
[ Like those incredibly uncomfortable boots! ]