<strong>Torven</strong><br/><br/>Torven leaned back as well.  "First . . . please let the 'master' thing drop.  Especially since we're, I guess, . . . 'seeing' each othernow," he sighed, with a big smile, though, "After that . . . cafeteria?  One of the gardens?  Your place or mine?"  Any of the options were fine with him.  Skipping lunch was as well, if that was her choice.