[Locked to laruna_troven] Bishop can't avoid it!

[nobodysbishie]

Dressed rather snazzily in slacks and blue blazer over a jade shirt in raw silk, Bishop headed over to the place he'd picked out over on Earth-583. Pleasant little Continental Fusion place called The Alembic, he'd managed to score a couple seats next to the firepit- The copper fire hood was a classy touch, he thought

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[laruna_troven]

Laruna appears at the appointed time. She cleans up surprisingly well. The dirt smudges are gone and instead she's wearing a dress that looks like it's been made by someone who only heard about how the dresses are supposed to look, as opposed to actually seeing them. Which is true, as Laruna could only describe what she wanted to the seamstress.

When she spots him, she walks over, and holds out her arms, "Well, what do you think?"

[nobodysbishie]

Spotting her as she showed, he naturally got up from the table to greet her. If he was gonna play a gentleman, may as well go all the way, right?

Still, he does swallow hard when he sees just how she's dressed. Damn you, neckline! Good thing he's been practicing his cleavage-resistance... "VERY nice. How you doing tonight?"

Unless she's just showing herself off, he's not intending to react to the arms, just coming around to her side of the table to pull her chair out instead. "Hopefully the surroundings ain't too bad."

[laruna_troven]

Laruna does know how to make an impression. She even gives a short curtsy to him when he pulls out the chair. as for the neckline, she seems to be completely unaware of the lowness of it. This will probably result in much showing off of.

She smiles, "Thank you. I'm doing well. Almost didn't make it though... had to deliver a baby."

Laruna sits down neatly. Those are real pearls in her hair by the way.

"It's very nice. But your world is all an novelty to me."

[nobodysbishie]

A curtsy, hmm? Not always as rough-and-ready as she likes to pretend, then... although the dress shoulda made that clear already. Still, he seats her before the question of "You do midwifing too? Any complications this time?" Hey, she might've just gotten pressed into service as the only 'medical-ish' person available.

He manages a trace of a smile as he heads back to his own chair on the other side, pulling his chair in and setting napkin onto lap without a single wasted effort. "My world. Lemme ask you, how long do ya have to be somewhere until you start thinking of it as your own?"

The waiter discreetly came by with menus and water, doing his best to remain socially invisible before moving on.