<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Rune</strong></span><br/><strong>Where:</strong>Food Court<br/><strong>With:</strong>Mikhail Nikolaevich Dostoevsky<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Sighing, Rune was used to people not understanding her technobabble. At least she didn't revert back to French like she did when really wired up. Snapping her chopsticks in half, Rune nodded.<strong>"Itadakimasu."</strong>She parroted, digging in. Rune had been to a number of high class dinners, and learned the fine art of wolfing down food while looking like you were still eating slowly. In a few minutes, her bowl of ramen was empty.<br/><br/>Rune stretched, forgetting for a moment that she had no bra on, and grinned.<strong>"Okay, the chopper should be here soon. Do you want to come with to see? I just hope momma didn't fly it herself...."</strong>