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[proudofwhatiam]

I can imagine.

[People are meant to be with each other. She agrees, certainly, but some base part of her still envies those Travelers who have comrades from home with them. Of course, saying as much would be rather small of her, especially considering what's just happened to the comrade they're discussing right now.]

This place wouldn't be bearable without good company. [A pause.] Perhaps that will end up working in our favour. If everyone really can be persuaded to band together, it seems as though we might really be able to save this place.

[sufferably]

We can hope. ( he smiles somewhat crookedly, mocking his own desire to believe in that more than the idea itself. hope doesn't come easily to him, at least not outwardly. )

And there's no shame in trying, in the end.

[proudofwhatiam]

And a great deal of shame in sitting by.

[She smiles back at him, amused where he's self-deprecating.]

Besides, I think we'd both end up bored out of our minds if we didn't pitch in.

[sufferably]

Possibly. ( but he chuckles as he says it. by this point they are at the door of the restaurant, so he steps forward to open said door and let her through before him. )

[proudofwhatiam]

[My, Bones, what a gentleman. She smiles all the more brightly and heads inside.

Once they've been seated, she has a quick glance over the menu before speaking again.]

This place looks lovely. Have you been here before?

[sufferably]

It came recommended. ( by everyone he could think to ask-- this wasn't a decision he was going to make lightly. )

So if it's not up to standard, I'll give you a list and you can blame them all instead of me.

[proudofwhatiam]

Duly noted. [She laughs.]

But it's been so long since I've been out to eat that I doubt it'll disappoint.