<div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cc/CatMoore01.jpeg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Melody Fairchild-Harrow<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> As pictured<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Lunchtime excursion in 'mundane' Vancouver<br/><strong>TIME:</strong> Late morning<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Curiosity and embarrassment<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Kaspian, Kaleigh, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Melody's relief that her nervous rambling had not upset her companions (nor driven them to amused derision) was so evident as to verge on the palpable.  But actually <em>entering</em> the restaurant promised a welcome change of focus to safely mundane topics, along with an introduction to Constance (and her equally-pretty brother)... only for the conversation to take a thoroughly unexpected turn.<br/><br/>From smiling and nodding politely to each of Kaspian's friends, Melody soon found herself arching a brow and cocking a head at Kaleigh.  Identification as a nude photographer was so thoroughly unexpected that she could not help but wonder if this was some sort of 'social media' meme or popular-culture reference that she had failed to pick up during her occasional forays into 'normal human' aspects of the world.<br/><br/>Then Kaleigh's serious facade broke, providing the Goth with welcome confirmation that she could relax - allowing herself to laugh softly, shaking her head as her lips quirked into a lop-sided smile.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry.  We can't take her anywhere, can we?" she asked Don with dry-toned sympathy, taking the risk of doing something to (gently) return Kaleigh's teasing.  "But I promise that we <em>are</em> here for food.  I'm looking forward to trying it, after Kaspian's recommendation."<br/><br/>Then, after his departure, Kaleigh left her blinking in surprise once more...<br/><br/>"I am scared to ask whether I should know of a <em>specific</em> 'threesome joke' that you might feel tempted to use..."<br/></div>