<div class="floatleft">(https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EBTzr3bUEAA9uYM.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Kaspian Herondale (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=347468.msg16356305#msg16356305)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>As picture<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>the Pho place<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>Noonish Wed July 5th<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Heading out for some lunch with new friends<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Melody, Leigh<br/><hr/>Ok so this lunch was not exactly turning out like he thought. Kaspian was figuring it would be introducing Melody and Leigh to his friends. Don would likely flirt with Melody because he likes gothic ladies. Constance would just mess with all of them because she was like that. He figured there would be some awkwardness at first and then after/during the meal, everyone would sort of loosen up a bit.<br/><br/>Putting his hand on his co-worker’s bare thigh and getting up close and personal about a pilfered bite full of pho was not on any of his lists of possibilities, and yet they were here. He knew Constance was going to tell his sister and within a few hours there would be a phone call of some kind. Now he was dealing with her smirk so he smirked back. “Right, going forward I’m just stealing your food with your blessing as the extra secret ingredient.”<br/><br/>Kaspian blinked about the whole not liking her because she was touchy/feelie. He easily shrugged. “I guess we’ll have to see. I’m sure it will all work out in the end though.” He listened to Melody’s musings about the engine room. “I think you are right; it was ordered to do so because someone understood ships well enough to realize if it wrecked it, the ship would sink and then finding any evidence would be problematic at best and probably most of it would get degraded in the salt water.”<br/><br/>He chuckled at her attempted food theft. “Ok, we should make a rule when we eat together. We bring our plates closer together so we each get practice stealing the other’s food.” He nodded about this being a different sort of debrief. “I think I like this more. It always feels like I just need to write it down and say the words so I can leave. Now we are actually deliberating over what happened.” He shakes his head at the armour comment. “No. If there is no threat of some hot noodle landing on you, how are we going to get better at this?”<br/><br/>“I vote for the short skirts.” he said. “I promise to wear shorts to make it all even.”<br/>