<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/64/a1/eb/64a1ebbbcf4fdbd74d30ee3e374e3270.jpg)</div>Celine gave Marcus a bit of a 'WTF' look, then giggled. At least he had a sense of humor, and a passing clever one. She was just as glad that Finn decided to come, as well- it let her get away from her earlier fears that she was desperate for companionship, took the whole thing out of the dangerous 'potential date' zone. Honestly, being alone for a while sounded like a good plan, in a romantic sense, but the best way to be single and NOT depressed was to have friends you could hang out with. And, as looked likely with Marcus, at least, be silly once in a while, rather than having to be Mom-serious all the time. And Finn had bought in far enough to make a caf-vamp joke, so, yeah. The evening was improving.<br/><br/>"Dude, don't label my food!," she chided Finn. "Free the eggs from the tyranny of social expectation!" Gods, now she sounded as if she was making fun of Renée. Which she was, sort of, but since the pair of guys didn't know her ex- (so she hoped), the joke went south.  "Seriously, though- it's a coffee shop. Pretty much all they do is breakfast food, so if the omelette set you off... though their hummus is pretty good." They kept up with her usual manic walking speed, as well, which ws a nice change. Not that Ren had lagged, she just...oh, fukkit. That was over with. Why did she even keep thinking about it?<br/><br/>"Here we are." She hadn't been kidding- the place as pretty close to hand. Opening the door, she bowed a bit indicating that Finn and Marcus should go ahead of her. More fucking with gender roles- Renée would have approved. "Maestros. Maestri? Whatever. You both cook better than I do, so after you."<br/><br/>OK. Maybe she wouldn't approve. Who cared?