Around Nos Astra, Illium. [Thursday Afternoon]

[boneyard_girl]

Ada had figured Sparkle would forgive her for ditching out on Demon Marcus today. After all, it wasn't every day your island was docked on an alien world, that was basically one gigantic CITY where you could actually see the sky

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[rebelseekspizza]

"You're welcome," Dante said, smirking after her. He followed suit not long after, dropping himself into a seat. "Hey, Ades? You wouldn't happen to know where Cassandra lives, right?"

[boneyard_girl]

"Cassandra? With th' dark hair?" she asked. "I dunno, she's in my 'surviving adventures' class, but I ain't really ever talked to her much. She seems kinda serious."

And Ada....wasn't capable of taking much too terribly seriously, unless it was Actually Serious.

"Why?"

[rebelseekspizza]

"She knows where Anders is," Dante said, after a pause. "If I can track her down... maybe I can shake her until she gets him back here."

[boneyard_girl]

"Next Thursday. I'll delay her after class if'n you want a word."

Or two, or three. Ada wasn't going to count his words. Or number of times he shook her.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Thanks," Dante said, a real sense of relief in his voice. "I've been trying to track her down, but..."

Funnily enough, Cassandra's early-to-rise schedule and Dante's late-to-go-to-bed schedule did not match up.

[boneyard_girl]

Shocking, that.

"We'll find her," she promised, because it wasn't like Fandom was THAT large a school. "If'n I see her b'fore Thursday I'll text you, but she ain't one to miss class."

And maybe having a few days to think about his Words would help Dante craft a convincing argument without shaking-- no, probably not going to go down that way, but that was why Ada was going to discreetly stand watch and make sure no one bothered them.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante nodded slowly.

Then he cleared his throat. "Uh," he said, "We should probably order something. You think they actually have English menus around here?"

Right at that very moment, an asari server walked up to them. "Hello," she chirped, in the fashion of someone who was bored but trying to put on a happy front. "Would you like to see the human menu?"

[boneyard_girl]

"Yes ma'am," Ada said, sweet as cotton candy. "That'd be right nice of you."

"Though if'n you got a dextro menu, too, I'd like to see that later. 'M tryin' to get ideas for a friend."

If there was a dextro-version of cookies, she was so taking some back for Tali.

[rebelseekspizza]

"I see someone has a turian friend," the asari said conspiratorally, a little wink thrown in as her interest piqued... some. She turned around, snagging two sets of menus and setting them down in front of them. "There you go, humans."

She walked away.

Dante snorted. "Well, at least she's hot."

[boneyard_girl]

"I don't think I've seen any that aren't pretty," Ada said, shaking her head. "An' in so many shades of blue an' purple. I think 'm a little jealous."

It was all so very shiny, of course Ada was captivated.

But she grabbed for the 'human' menu, pouring over it to see what was offered. "Well, looks like they got lots of different stuff. 'M totally getting a milkshake."

[rebelseekspizza]

"You think they have regular cows?" Dante asked, holding up his own menu.

He was looking at the burgers.

[boneyard_girl]

"They seem to have everything else, I'd assume it's a regular cow. 'Cept in space. A regular space cow," Ada decided. "You c'n say you've had space cow!"

What? It was neat.

"An' I get a space... pad thai. Not quite as fun-soundin', but tasty."

[rebelseekspizza]

"With space vegetables," Dante said, making a finger-gun at her underneath his grin. "Space noodles? What d'you think space noodles are made of?"

[boneyard_girl]

"Spaaaaaaaaaaaaaaace, of course," she giggled. "Noodles made from star dust, space vegetables that are purple instead a' green, maybe. Or glow in th' dark."

[rebelseekspizza]

"I bet you could carnie-story your way into selling like half the crap on this list," Dante said, grinning. "Talking about star dust and all that shit."

[boneyard_girl]

"Bet I could sell you your own shirt if'n I put my mind to it," she said, smirking. "Though havin' good material -- like star dust noodles -- helps."