<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6a/3e/c3/6a3ec373b16998b7152f9c4ebd47b3b6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mar Sinclair<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>June 1st, 9pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong>View of Mar's, Chef's table<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Excited<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Erin, Celeste<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Mar listened to Erin's lovely, and well thought out toast, with a warm smile on her face. Her wife always had the ability to weave words together in the best way. It probably came from her study of history, and all the books she read. Most featuring titles that Mar had never so much as heard of. The pair of them really were the epitome of opposites attract: given Erin's exquisite grace, compared to Mar's style, which was either hard and blunt, like a meat tenderizer, to pound her message home. Or as sharp and direct as the blade of one of her knives. She could often be a person of few words, but those words were generally just fine for getting her point across.<br/><strong>"Cheers, love…"</strong>she started, but corrected herself,<strong>"Loves."</strong>and with a sharp<em>Ting</em>, she clinked her glass with the two others.<br/><br/>It was too hard to contain the pride that glowed red in her face to hear their little girl complimenting her food so ecstatically. Not to mention how quick she was to find out if the food would be as good at home. Mar just grinned as she picked up a fork and knife.<strong>"Oh no, sweetheart… This is a restaurant. It has a set menu, and a style that it's meant to represent…"</strong>Her words seemed to be leaning toward home meals of frozen dinners, and box mac and cheese, although that smile she was still wearing might make it hard to believe that was really the case. She cut off a slice of her fish, expertly sliding the flat side of the blade underneath to pick up the portion she had cut off, and her eyes lifted to meet Celeste's.<br/><strong>"When we're at home, that's when daddy <em>really</em> gets to be creative."</strong>she revealed with a wink.<br/><br/><strong>"What do you say one of these mornings we take a walk to the farmers market. We can find something really really good to make brunch for mommy."</strong>the wide grin on her face, added to the smile she flashed to Erin said that this was something that she had been looking forward to for a long time.<br/><br/>She was taking a bite of her salmon when Celeste broke in with another attempt to bend the rules. She smirked a little and rolled her eyes, fortunately Erin jumped in to take that question. Even if she did so with a certain amount of sarcasm. Mar managed to not chuckle by bringing her glass to her lips and taking another sip of her wine. Of course when her wife was finished she decided to smooth their little girl's mood by putting an arm around her shoulders and leaning in a little.<br/><strong>"How about we just keep things on the school schedule for now. Then you can show us you deserve the privilege of staying out later by being really, really good…"</strong>then she pressed a soft kiss in against Celeste's ear.<br/><strong>"...now let's all finish our dinner so we can head home."</strong>