<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Eivind listened to Blue as he started conversing with the waiter in another language, and he could guess what it was, though had no hope of understanding any of the words that were exchanged. Blue turned back to him, to clarify.<br/>
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“I don't have any preference, really. Not as far as wine goes,” Eivind told him, thinking that whatever he ordered would be fine. He wasn't picky. Blue offered a little more information about himself, how his parents were from France, and how he'd had the chance to travel.<br/>
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“I don't know any other languages, and I've never traveled outside of the country before. I've never really had much reason to,” he admitted. “My father descended down from German lines, but he wasn't fluent. My grandfather knew the language, but I never had a chance to meet him. He died shortly after my father was born.” Which was typical of werewolf lives; dying young. He didn't say as much, not wanting Blue to worry. Things had changed quite a bit. They were mostly trying to be more civilized.<br/>
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Blue leaned forward, squeezing his hand and expressing his appreciation over the surprise. It made it entirely worth it in Eivind's eyes.<br/>
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“I'm glad I'm starting to get things right,” Eivind responded, hoping that he'd be able to keep it up. He didn't quite trust himself that much, but he'd make an effort.<br/>
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“What really got you started with art? Why do you think it calls to you?” Eivind wondered, unsure what drove Blue because he couldn't relate. He could appreciate it, but he by no means was a creative individual. He could construct something for function, but not for aesthetic alone. That was clear by his very plain cabin, though Blue had started to breath some life into it.<br/>
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“What were you like growing up?” he added shortly after, also genuinely curious. What would he have been like, if he'd run across Blue sooner? Eivind had no idea how he would have handled that. If he'd have understood, even.<br/>
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The waiter returned, and poured them wine, but left the bottle on their table. He inquired softly if they'd like to put in their orders.<br/>
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“Appetizers first, I think. We're in no rush,” Eivind said, a hint that they could drag things out a little bit. The young man nodded his understanding. “Did you see anything that you liked the sounds of?” Eivind asked Blue. He was of course drawn to what he recognized. The simpler things, and he warred with the idea of ordering union rings and a beer, but he'd try whatever Blue wished. He wanted to get the full experience, and perhaps culture himself a little bit more.<br/>
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“The tuna? And one more, maybe?” Eivind hadn't said anything about dinner after their early lunch, so he was rather hungry. The young man turned back to Blue, to listen to his suggestion next, hands clasped behind his back. He wasn't writing anything down, so Eivind assumed he would be putting their orders in by memory. Once they'd figured out their appetizers, the waiter left them to their privacy once more, letting the cook know to take his time as he was often used to doing for young, unhurried couples. Eivind was able to focus his full attention on Blue once again.<br/>
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“Has your family ever met any of the people you were seeing?” he chanced, wondering if Blue had any past experience with his family that he could recall upon. Some hint as to what Eivind could expect once he got to their home. He doubted they'd be very happy, based on how long Blue had been missing. Any responsible man would have taken Blue home long ago, of course. He wouldn't be able to deny that, nor could he explain that Blue really hadn't been in his care for most of that time.</span></span>