RP From Across The Muse-verse

Kenith took in his surroundings. It wasn’t TOO busy since it was barely noon when he entered besides a few men at the bar and a small family on the main floor eating. What immediately drew his attention was the lucario as the bartender, he pulled a pair of glasses out and put them on, creating a small AR screen and keyboard to pop up in the view and immediately started taking notes. As he was researching Pokémon in public/ social interactions and this was a great start. Intrigue, amazement, and wonder were washing off of him in waves as he sat there. Occasionally looking at the small drink menu while he waited for her to come over to him.

He looks up at her with a smile and a slightly cocked eyebrow “I’ll have a grasshopper” he looked at her and took a small glance, his concentration wavered for a second as his fingers kept typing before looking at her again “it wasn’t you entirely, just the concept of a Pokémon running a bar by themselves, it’s fascinating” he stopped typing and pulled off his glasses and putting them away in his coat. “Is there a chance I could order a meal from the bar as well?” He smiled again blinking at her like a small hold would “pretty please with an extra ten on top?”

It took a lot of concentration to not just stare at her as she got the drink and nodded at her explanation of Augustus. And chuckled shrugging his shoulders in a jokingly offended manner “but it is for research!” He chuckled before opening his drink and the menu to start searching through it. After figuring out what he would want to order he set the menu down and thought about that last bit of interaction. “Sure doesn’t act like she dislikes being stared at” he thought to himself with a chuckle as he took another sip of his drink.

Kenith smiles as the steak and fries came in front of him thanks to the lucario, whom he thanked with a slight blush on his face having failed in keeping his research down, with waves of lust in between his more professional ones. With small bursts whenever she tried provoking him. “Don’t worry I’ll let you know if I need anything” he buckled lightly as he cut into the medium rare sirloin.

Kenith took in his surroundings. It wasn’t TOO busy since it was barely noon when he entered besides a few men at the bar and a small family on the main floor eating. What immediately drew his attention was the lucario as the bartender, he pulled a pair of glasses out and put them on, creating a small AR screen and keyboard to pop up in the view and immediately started taking notes. As he was researching Pokémon in public/ social interactions and this was a great start. Intrigue, amazement, and wonder were washing off of him in waves as he sat there. Occasionally looking at the small drink menu while he waited for her to come over to him.

He looks up at her with a smile and a slightly cocked eyebrow “I’ll have a grasshopper” he looked at her and took a small glance, his concentration wavered for a second as his fingers kept typing before looking at her again “it wasn’t you entirely, just the concept of a Pokémon running a bar by themselves, it’s fascinating” he stopped typing and pulled off his glasses and putting them away in his coat. “Is there a chance I could order a meal from the bar as well?” He smiled again blinking at her like a small hold would “pretty please with an extra ten on top?”

It took a lot of concentration to not just stare at her as she got the drink and nodded at her explanation of Augustus. And chuckled shrugging his shoulders in a jokingly offended manner “but it is for research!” He chuckled before opening his drink and the menu to start searching through it. After figuring out what he would want to order he set the menu down and thought about that last bit of interaction. “Sure doesn’t act like she dislikes being stared at” he thought to himself with a chuckle as he took another sip of his drink.

Kenith took in his surroundings. It wasn’t TOO busy since it was barely noon when he entered besides a few men at the bar and a small family on the main floor eating. What immediately drew his attention was the lucario as the bartender, he pulled a pair of glasses out and put them on, creating a small AR screen and keyboard to pop up in the view and immediately started taking notes. As he was researching Pokémon in public/ social interactions and this was a great start. Intrigue, amazement, and wonder were washing off of him in waves as he sat there. Occasionally looking at the small drink menu while he waited for her to come over to him.

He looks up at her with a smile and a slightly cocked eyebrow “I’ll have a grasshopper” he looked at her and took a small glance, his concentration wavered for a second as his fingers kept typing before looking at her again “it wasn’t you entirely, just the concept of a Pokémon running a bar by themselves, it’s fascinating” he stopped typing and pulled off his glasses and putting them away in his coat. “Is there a chance I could order a meal from the bar as well?” He smiled again blinking at her like a small hold would “pretty please with an extra ten on top?”

Kenith took in his surroundings. It wasn’t TOO busy since it was barely noon when he entered besides a few men at the bar and a small family on the main floor eating. What immediately drew his attention was the lucario as the bartender, he pulled a pair of glasses out and put them on, creating a small AR screen and keyboard to pop up in the view and immediately started taking notes. As he was researching Pokémon in public/ social interactions and this was a great start. Intrigue, amazement, and wonder were washing off of him in waves as he sat there. Occasionally looking at the small drink menu while he waited for her to come over to him.

“really now? Could have fooled me” after a moment of simply admiring the smell she starts eating “it really is a shame, everywhere I go just, so few respect and appreciate basic skills like making a decent meal, and yet so many value excessive skills like dancing”

He nods in agreement, “yeah people seem to put aesthetic over survivability when judging or evaluating others. Whether that be for friends or scoping out a mate/fuckbuddy and it’s a real shame”

She nods as she continues to enjoy the steak, smiling softly “I’m going to have to remember how to prepare meat like this, it’s delicious” she soon finishes up and leans back

He smiles as he finishes soon after and starts to grab the dishes from the table. “Well I hope you were paying close attention, a chef never tells his recipes” he winks at her chuckling as he brings them to the small sink and starts to rinse them off, as well as the pan, before the grease gets stuck to them, humming to himself all the while.

“another wise chef once taught me, the art of cooking is not to reproduce a dish, but to take inspiration from it, and make it your own” meanwhile, she’s drawn a vine through the floor and is preparing a simple fruit based desert

“Ooooh philosophy, not many people I know use it much. And even less from one who came through a storm” he finished those dishes and walked back to his spot and sat down, analyzing what she was doing with a small smile.

The vine continues to prove useful as she uproots it, producing with it another shallow bowl and with her breath, roasting its roots to crumble over the dish, she sighs softly as she pulls the front of her dress down “I hope you’ll excuse this small preference I’ve picked up” with her own milk she returns the moisture lost in preparation, then splits the dish between the bowls before adjusting her dress “enjoy”

He only blushed slightly as she did before shaking his head slightly “nope I don’t mind it, it’s interesting to say the least though” shifting in his seat slightly before examining and starting to eat the dish she prepared

She smiles and starts eating as well, her tail waving softly as she watches him, folding the bowl and eating it as well when she’s done “back home those vines are everywhere, we use them as symbols of potential, on their own they can’t even grow a leaf, but with a little help from plants and animals around them they produce almost anything we need… I’m sorry I know I talk a lot”

He nods along, intrigued by what she was saying, it was about another world for crying out loud how couldn’t he be? “No I don’t worry about it, it really is fascinating I mean look around at what research I’m doing here. I don’t think a little bit of plant biology of another world is going to put me to sleep”

“that is somewhat strange, you have a word for everything yet instead of asking you use these dirty, cold machines to take the information you want” she sighs “if that’s all your people know I have my work cut out for me”

He thought about it for a second “yeah when you put it that way it seems irrelevant. But it’s all we have right now, no constructs or forms of ethereal magic to store information and these ‘crude’ machines for information storage and analyzing”

“I don’t need magic to tell you there’s a severe drop in pressure to the South East, or that to the far north I seem to have accidentally triggered a chain reaction of light showers, but I guess I understand what you mean”

“Yeah that’s not something most people if any can just sense out of the blue. I have a short range of sensory thanks to the electricity that has manifested in me. For instance there is no generator powering any of this, it’s all from me”

“I could tell” she taps her horns and pinches her scales/feathers “conductive, I’m about as good at making my own energy as your machines, instead I take it passively from what’s around me, consequently I am extremely sensitive to high concentrations of energy”

He nods, intrigued yet again by the draconid across from him. “What kind of sensitivity? Like a bad sense or a good sense?”

“it really depends, it can be painful, but it can also be quite pleasant”

He nods, “makes sense” he finishes the desser that she had prepared for them and stretched in his chair with a sigh

She smiles “more often than not though I don’t actually feel, it’s more like a sense of time than a sense of touch”

He tilts his head in slight confusion “you don’t feel? Doesn’t that make a lot of life… dull? Especially for pleasurable encounters?”

“I didn’t say I don’t feel, I said most often it’s more of a passive awareness” she smirks “you seem to bring that up a lot, if you’re trying to hint at something just ask”

He blushed slightly “ah ok. And I do not have any ulterior motives through these questions, I just find that suggestive questions are an easier way to get to know people… if that makes sense”

“whatever works I guess”

He thinks for a second, was she hinting at it with that smirk? Is he overthinking all this stuff again? “Unless… of course you wanted to have a round or two?”

She blushes a bit “was I suggesting that? I guess I really wouldn’t turn you down” she smiles, her markings getting a bit brighter

He smiled back at her and shifted in his chair before slowly standing and walking around the table towards her.

She watches him with interest, tail flicking calmly

He walks over to her and puts his hand over hers, slowly stroking at it, a small amount of static coming off of his hand, smiling down at her as she sat at the table

She looks up at him smiling “I’ll be honest though, I have no idea where this goes from here, my only experience was in my sleep”

He nods, “just follow my lead, I’ll be sure to take it slow” he lightly grips her hand and slowly ushers her to her feet

“really now? Could have fooled me” after a moment of simply admiring the smell she starts eating “it really is a shame, everywhere I go just, so few respect and appreciate basic skills like making a decent meal, and yet so many value excessive skills like dancing”

He nods in agreement, “yeah people seem to put aesthetic over survivability when judging or evaluating others. Whether that be for friends or scoping out a mate/fuckbuddy and it’s a real shame”

She nods as she continues to enjoy the steak, smiling softly “I’m going to have to remember how to prepare meat like this, it’s delicious” she soon finishes up and leans back

He smiles as he finishes soon after and starts to grab the dishes from the table. “Well I hope you were paying close attention, a chef never tells his recipes” he winks at her chuckling as he brings them to the small sink and starts to rinse them off, as well as the pan, before the grease gets stuck to them, humming to himself all the while.

“another wise chef once taught me, the art of cooking is not to reproduce a dish, but to take inspiration from it, and make it your own” meanwhile, she’s drawn a vine through the floor and is preparing a simple fruit based desert

“Ooooh philosophy, not many people I know use it much. And even less from one who came through a storm” he finished those dishes and walked back to his spot and sat down, analyzing what she was doing with a small smile.

The vine continues to prove useful as she uproots it, producing with it another shallow bowl and with her breath, roasting its roots to crumble over the dish, she sighs softly as she pulls the front of her dress down “I hope you’ll excuse this small preference I’ve picked up” with her own milk she returns the moisture lost in preparation, then splits the dish between the bowls before adjusting her dress “enjoy”

He only blushed slightly as she did before shaking his head slightly “nope I don’t mind it, it’s interesting to say the least though” shifting in his seat slightly before examining and starting to eat the dish she prepared

She smiles and starts eating as well, her tail waving softly as she watches him, folding the bowl and eating it as well when she’s done “back home those vines are everywhere, we use them as symbols of potential, on their own they can’t even grow a leaf, but with a little help from plants and animals around them they produce almost anything we need… I’m sorry I know I talk a lot”

He nods along, intrigued by what she was saying, it was about another world for crying out loud how couldn’t he be? “No I don’t worry about it, it really is fascinating I mean look around at what research I’m doing here. I don’t think a little bit of plant biology of another world is going to put me to sleep”

“that is somewhat strange, you have a word for everything yet instead of asking you use these dirty, cold machines to take the information you want” she sighs “if that’s all your people know I have my work cut out for me”

He thought about it for a second “yeah when you put it that way it seems irrelevant. But it’s all we have right now, no constructs or forms of ethereal magic to store information and these ‘crude’ machines for information storage and analyzing”

“I don’t need magic to tell you there’s a severe drop in pressure to the South East, or that to the far north I seem to have accidentally triggered a chain reaction of light showers, but I guess I understand what you mean”

“Yeah that’s not something most people if any can just sense out of the blue. I have a short range of sensory thanks to the electricity that has manifested in me. For instance there is no generator powering any of this, it’s all from me”

“I could tell” she taps her horns and pinches her scales/feathers “conductive, I’m about as good at making my own energy as your machines, instead I take it passively from what’s around me, consequently I am extremely sensitive to high concentrations of energy”

He nods, intrigued yet again by the draconid across from him. “What kind of sensitivity? Like a bad sense or a good sense?”

“it really depends, it can be painful, but it can also be quite pleasant”

He nods, “makes sense” he finishes the desser that she had prepared for them and stretched in his chair with a sigh

She smiles “more often than not though I don’t actually feel, it’s more like a sense of time than a sense of touch”

He tilts his head in slight confusion “you don’t feel? Doesn’t that make a lot of life… dull? Especially for pleasurable encounters?”

“I didn’t say I don’t feel, I said most often it’s more of a passive awareness” she smirks “you seem to bring that up a lot, if you’re trying to hint at something just ask”

He blushed slightly “ah ok. And I do not have any ulterior motives through these questions, I just find that suggestive questions are an easier way to get to know people… if that makes sense”

“whatever works I guess”

He thinks for a second, was she hinting at it with that smirk? Is he overthinking all this stuff again? “Unless… of course you wanted to have a round or two?”

She blushes a bit “was I suggesting that? I guess I really wouldn’t turn you down” she smiles, her markings getting a bit brighter

He smiled back at her and shifted in his chair before slowly standing and walking around the table towards her.

She watches him with interest, tail flicking calmly

He walks over to her and puts his hand over hers, slowly stroking at it, a small amount of static coming off of his hand, smiling down at her as she sat at the table

“really now? Could have fooled me” after a moment of simply admiring the smell she starts eating “it really is a shame, everywhere I go just, so few respect and appreciate basic skills like making a decent meal, and yet so many value excessive skills like dancing”

He nods in agreement, “yeah people seem to put aesthetic over survivability when judging or evaluating others. Whether that be for friends or scoping out a mate/fuckbuddy and it’s a real shame”

She nods as she continues to enjoy the steak, smiling softly “I’m going to have to remember how to prepare meat like this, it’s delicious” she soon finishes up and leans back

He smiles as he finishes soon after and starts to grab the dishes from the table. “Well I hope you were paying close attention, a chef never tells his recipes” he winks at her chuckling as he brings them to the small sink and starts to rinse them off, as well as the pan, before the grease gets stuck to them, humming to himself all the while.

“another wise chef once taught me, the art of cooking is not to reproduce a dish, but to take inspiration from it, and make it your own” meanwhile, she’s drawn a vine through the floor and is preparing a simple fruit based desert

“Ooooh philosophy, not many people I know use it much. And even less from one who came through a storm” he finished those dishes and walked back to his spot and sat down, analyzing what she was doing with a small smile.

The vine continues to prove useful as she uproots it, producing with it another shallow bowl and with her breath, roasting its roots to crumble over the dish, she sighs softly as she pulls the front of her dress down “I hope you’ll excuse this small preference I’ve picked up” with her own milk she returns the moisture lost in preparation, then splits the dish between the bowls before adjusting her dress “enjoy”

He only blushed slightly as she did before shaking his head slightly “nope I don’t mind it, it’s interesting to say the least though” shifting in his seat slightly before examining and starting to eat the dish she prepared

She smiles and starts eating as well, her tail waving softly as she watches him, folding the bowl and eating it as well when she’s done “back home those vines are everywhere, we use them as symbols of potential, on their own they can’t even grow a leaf, but with a little help from plants and animals around them they produce almost anything we need… I’m sorry I know I talk a lot”

He nods along, intrigued by what she was saying, it was about another world for crying out loud how couldn’t he be? “No I don’t worry about it, it really is fascinating I mean look around at what research I’m doing here. I don’t think a little bit of plant biology of another world is going to put me to sleep”

“that is somewhat strange, you have a word for everything yet instead of asking you use these dirty, cold machines to take the information you want” she sighs “if that’s all your people know I have my work cut out for me”

He thought about it for a second “yeah when you put it that way it seems irrelevant. But it’s all we have right now, no constructs or forms of ethereal magic to store information and these ‘crude’ machines for information storage and analyzing”

“I don’t need magic to tell you there’s a severe drop in pressure to the South East, or that to the far north I seem to have accidentally triggered a chain reaction of light showers, but I guess I understand what you mean”

“Yeah that’s not something most people if any can just sense out of the blue. I have a short range of sensory thanks to the electricity that has manifested in me. For instance there is no generator powering any of this, it’s all from me”

“I could tell” she taps her horns and pinches her scales/feathers “conductive, I’m about as good at making my own energy as your machines, instead I take it passively from what’s around me, consequently I am extremely sensitive to high concentrations of energy”

He nods, intrigued yet again by the draconid across from him. “What kind of sensitivity? Like a bad sense or a good sense?”

“it really depends, it can be painful, but it can also be quite pleasant”

He nods, “makes sense” he finishes the desser that she had prepared for them and stretched in his chair with a sigh

She smiles “more often than not though I don’t actually feel, it’s more like a sense of time than a sense of touch”

He tilts his head in slight confusion “you don’t feel? Doesn’t that make a lot of life… dull? Especially for pleasurable encounters?”

“I didn’t say I don’t feel, I said most often it’s more of a passive awareness” she smirks “you seem to bring that up a lot, if you’re trying to hint at something just ask”

He blushed slightly “ah ok. And I do not have any ulterior motives through these questions, I just find that suggestive questions are an easier way to get to know people… if that makes sense”

“whatever works I guess”

He thinks for a second, was she hinting at it with that smirk? Is he overthinking all this stuff again? “Unless… of course you wanted to have a round or two?”

She blushes a bit “was I suggesting that? I guess I really wouldn’t turn you down” she smiles, her markings getting a bit brighter

He smiled back at her and shifted in his chair before slowly standing and walking around the table towards her.

“really now? Could have fooled me” after a moment of simply admiring the smell she starts eating “it really is a shame, everywhere I go just, so few respect and appreciate basic skills like making a decent meal, and yet so many value excessive skills like dancing”

He nods in agreement, “yeah people seem to put aesthetic over survivability when judging or evaluating others. Whether that be for friends or scoping out a mate/fuckbuddy and it’s a real shame”

She nods as she continues to enjoy the steak, smiling softly “I’m going to have to remember how to prepare meat like this, it’s delicious” she soon finishes up and leans back

He smiles as he finishes soon after and starts to grab the dishes from the table. “Well I hope you were paying close attention, a chef never tells his recipes” he winks at her chuckling as he brings them to the small sink and starts to rinse them off, as well as the pan, before the grease gets stuck to them, humming to himself all the while.

“another wise chef once taught me, the art of cooking is not to reproduce a dish, but to take inspiration from it, and make it your own” meanwhile, she’s drawn a vine through the floor and is preparing a simple fruit based desert

“Ooooh philosophy, not many people I know use it much. And even less from one who came through a storm” he finished those dishes and walked back to his spot and sat down, analyzing what she was doing with a small smile.

The vine continues to prove useful as she uproots it, producing with it another shallow bowl and with her breath, roasting its roots to crumble over the dish, she sighs softly as she pulls the front of her dress down “I hope you’ll excuse this small preference I’ve picked up” with her own milk she returns the moisture lost in preparation, then splits the dish between the bowls before adjusting her dress “enjoy”

He only blushed slightly as she did before shaking his head slightly “nope I don’t mind it, it’s interesting to say the least though” shifting in his seat slightly before examining and starting to eat the dish she prepared

She smiles and starts eating as well, her tail waving softly as she watches him, folding the bowl and eating it as well when she’s done “back home those vines are everywhere, we use them as symbols of potential, on their own they can’t even grow a leaf, but with a little help from plants and animals around them they produce almost anything we need… I’m sorry I know I talk a lot”

He nods along, intrigued by what she was saying, it was about another world for crying out loud how couldn’t he be? “No I don’t worry about it, it really is fascinating I mean look around at what research I’m doing here. I don’t think a little bit of plant biology of another world is going to put me to sleep”

“that is somewhat strange, you have a word for everything yet instead of asking you use these dirty, cold machines to take the information you want” she sighs “if that’s all your people know I have my work cut out for me”

He thought about it for a second “yeah when you put it that way it seems irrelevant. But it’s all we have right now, no constructs or forms of ethereal magic to store information and these ‘crude’ machines for information storage and analyzing”

“I don’t need magic to tell you there’s a severe drop in pressure to the South East, or that to the far north I seem to have accidentally triggered a chain reaction of light showers, but I guess I understand what you mean”

“Yeah that’s not something most people if any can just sense out of the blue. I have a short range of sensory thanks to the electricity that has manifested in me. For instance there is no generator powering any of this, it’s all from me”

“I could tell” she taps her horns and pinches her scales/feathers “conductive, I’m about as good at making my own energy as your machines, instead I take it passively from what’s around me, consequently I am extremely sensitive to high concentrations of energy”

He nods, intrigued yet again by the draconid across from him. “What kind of sensitivity? Like a bad sense or a good sense?”

“it really depends, it can be painful, but it can also be quite pleasant”

He nods, “makes sense” he finishes the desser that she had prepared for them and stretched in his chair with a sigh

She smiles “more often than not though I don’t actually feel, it’s more like a sense of time than a sense of touch”

He tilts his head in slight confusion “you don’t feel? Doesn’t that make a lot of life… dull? Especially for pleasurable encounters?”

“I didn’t say I don’t feel, I said most often it’s more of a passive awareness” she smirks “you seem to bring that up a lot, if you’re trying to hint at something just ask”

He blushed slightly “ah ok. And I do not have any ulterior motives through these questions, I just find that suggestive questions are an easier way to get to know people… if that makes sense”

“whatever works I guess”

He thinks for a second, was she hinting at it with that smirk? Is he overthinking all this stuff again? “Unless... of course you wanted to have a round or two?”

“really now? Could have fooled me” after a moment of simply admiring the smell she starts eating “it really is a shame, everywhere I go just, so few respect and appreciate basic skills like making a decent meal, and yet so many value excessive skills like dancing”

He nods in agreement, “yeah people seem to put aesthetic over survivability when judging or evaluating others. Whether that be for friends or scoping out a mate/fuckbuddy and it’s a real shame”

She nods as she continues to enjoy the steak, smiling softly “I’m going to have to remember how to prepare meat like this, it’s delicious” she soon finishes up and leans back

He smiles as he finishes soon after and starts to grab the dishes from the table. “Well I hope you were paying close attention, a chef never tells his recipes” he winks at her chuckling as he brings them to the small sink and starts to rinse them off, as well as the pan, before the grease gets stuck to them, humming to himself all the while.

“another wise chef once taught me, the art of cooking is not to reproduce a dish, but to take inspiration from it, and make it your own” meanwhile, she’s drawn a vine through the floor and is preparing a simple fruit based desert

“Ooooh philosophy, not many people I know use it much. And even less from one who came through a storm” he finished those dishes and walked back to his spot and sat down, analyzing what she was doing with a small smile.

The vine continues to prove useful as she uproots it, producing with it another shallow bowl and with her breath, roasting its roots to crumble over the dish, she sighs softly as she pulls the front of her dress down “I hope you’ll excuse this small preference I’ve picked up” with her own milk she returns the moisture lost in preparation, then splits the dish between the bowls before adjusting her dress “enjoy”

He only blushed slightly as she did before shaking his head slightly “nope I don’t mind it, it’s interesting to say the least though” shifting in his seat slightly before examining and starting to eat the dish she prepared

She smiles and starts eating as well, her tail waving softly as she watches him, folding the bowl and eating it as well when she’s done “back home those vines are everywhere, we use them as symbols of potential, on their own they can’t even grow a leaf, but with a little help from plants and animals around them they produce almost anything we need… I’m sorry I know I talk a lot”

He nods along, intrigued by what she was saying, it was about another world for crying out loud how couldn’t he be? “No I don’t worry about it, it really is fascinating I mean look around at what research I’m doing here. I don’t think a little bit of plant biology of another world is going to put me to sleep”

“that is somewhat strange, you have a word for everything yet instead of asking you use these dirty, cold machines to take the information you want” she sighs “if that’s all your people know I have my work cut out for me”

He thought about it for a second “yeah when you put it that way it seems irrelevant. But it’s all we have right now, no constructs or forms of ethereal magic to store information and these ‘crude’ machines for information storage and analyzing”

“I don’t need magic to tell you there’s a severe drop in pressure to the South East, or that to the far north I seem to have accidentally triggered a chain reaction of light showers, but I guess I understand what you mean”

“Yeah that’s not something most people if any can just sense out of the blue. I have a short range of sensory thanks to the electricity that has manifested in me. For instance there is no generator powering any of this, it’s all from me”

“I could tell” she taps her horns and pinches her scales/feathers “conductive, I’m about as good at making my own energy as your machines, instead I take it passively from what’s around me, consequently I am extremely sensitive to high concentrations of energy”

He nods, intrigued yet again by the draconid across from him. “What kind of sensitivity? Like a bad sense or a good sense?”

“it really depends, it can be painful, but it can also be quite pleasant”

He nods, “makes sense” he finishes the desser that she had prepared for them and stretched in his chair with a sigh

She smiles “more often than not though I don’t actually feel, it’s more like a sense of time than a sense of touch”

He tilts his head in slight confusion “you don’t feel? Doesn’t that make a lot of life… dull? Especially for pleasurable encounters?”

“I didn’t say I don’t feel, I said most often it’s more of a passive awareness” she smirks “you seem to bring that up a lot, if you’re trying to hint at something just ask”

He blushed slightly “ah ok. And I do not have any ulterior motives through these questions, I just find that suggestive questions are an easier way to get to know people... if that makes sense”

“really now? Could have fooled me” after a moment of simply admiring the smell she starts eating “it really is a shame, everywhere I go just, so few respect and appreciate basic skills like making a decent meal, and yet so many value excessive skills like dancing”

He nods in agreement, “yeah people seem to put aesthetic over survivability when judging or evaluating others. Whether that be for friends or scoping out a mate/fuckbuddy and it’s a real shame”

She nods as she continues to enjoy the steak, smiling softly “I’m going to have to remember how to prepare meat like this, it’s delicious” she soon finishes up and leans back

He smiles as he finishes soon after and starts to grab the dishes from the table. “Well I hope you were paying close attention, a chef never tells his recipes” he winks at her chuckling as he brings them to the small sink and starts to rinse them off, as well as the pan, before the grease gets stuck to them, humming to himself all the while.

“another wise chef once taught me, the art of cooking is not to reproduce a dish, but to take inspiration from it, and make it your own” meanwhile, she’s drawn a vine through the floor and is preparing a simple fruit based desert

“Ooooh philosophy, not many people I know use it much. And even less from one who came through a storm” he finished those dishes and walked back to his spot and sat down, analyzing what she was doing with a small smile.

The vine continues to prove useful as she uproots it, producing with it another shallow bowl and with her breath, roasting its roots to crumble over the dish, she sighs softly as she pulls the front of her dress down “I hope you’ll excuse this small preference I’ve picked up” with her own milk she returns the moisture lost in preparation, then splits the dish between the bowls before adjusting her dress “enjoy”

He only blushed slightly as she did before shaking his head slightly “nope I don’t mind it, it’s interesting to say the least though” shifting in his seat slightly before examining and starting to eat the dish she prepared

She smiles and starts eating as well, her tail waving softly as she watches him, folding the bowl and eating it as well when she’s done “back home those vines are everywhere, we use them as symbols of potential, on their own they can’t even grow a leaf, but with a little help from plants and animals around them they produce almost anything we need… I’m sorry I know I talk a lot”

He nods along, intrigued by what she was saying, it was about another world for crying out loud how couldn’t he be? “No I don’t worry about it, it really is fascinating I mean look around at what research I’m doing here. I don’t think a little bit of plant biology of another world is going to put me to sleep”

“that is somewhat strange, you have a word for everything yet instead of asking you use these dirty, cold machines to take the information you want” she sighs “if that’s all your people know I have my work cut out for me”

He thought about it for a second “yeah when you put it that way it seems irrelevant. But it’s all we have right now, no constructs or forms of ethereal magic to store information and these ‘crude’ machines for information storage and analyzing”

“I don’t need magic to tell you there’s a severe drop in pressure to the South East, or that to the far north I seem to have accidentally triggered a chain reaction of light showers, but I guess I understand what you mean”

“Yeah that’s not something most people if any can just sense out of the blue. I have a short range of sensory thanks to the electricity that has manifested in me. For instance there is no generator powering any of this, it’s all from me”

“I could tell” she taps her horns and pinches her scales/feathers “conductive, I’m about as good at making my own energy as your machines, instead I take it passively from what’s around me, consequently I am extremely sensitive to high concentrations of energy”

He nods, intrigued yet again by the draconid across from him. “What kind of sensitivity? Like a bad sense or a good sense?”

“it really depends, it can be painful, but it can also be quite pleasant”

He nods, “makes sense” he finishes the desser that she had prepared for them and stretched in his chair with a sigh

She smiles “more often than not though I don’t actually feel, it’s more like a sense of time than a sense of touch”

He tilts his head in slight confusion “you don’t feel? Doesn’t that make a lot of life... dull? Especially for pleasurable encounters?”

“really now? Could have fooled me” after a moment of simply admiring the smell she starts eating “it really is a shame, everywhere I go just, so few respect and appreciate basic skills like making a decent meal, and yet so many value excessive skills like dancing”

He nods in agreement, “yeah people seem to put aesthetic over survivability when judging or evaluating others. Whether that be for friends or scoping out a mate/fuckbuddy and it’s a real shame”

She nods as she continues to enjoy the steak, smiling softly “I’m going to have to remember how to prepare meat like this, it’s delicious” she soon finishes up and leans back

He smiles as he finishes soon after and starts to grab the dishes from the table. “Well I hope you were paying close attention, a chef never tells his recipes” he winks at her chuckling as he brings them to the small sink and starts to rinse them off, as well as the pan, before the grease gets stuck to them, humming to himself all the while.

“another wise chef once taught me, the art of cooking is not to reproduce a dish, but to take inspiration from it, and make it your own” meanwhile, she’s drawn a vine through the floor and is preparing a simple fruit based desert

“Ooooh philosophy, not many people I know use it much. And even less from one who came through a storm” he finished those dishes and walked back to his spot and sat down, analyzing what she was doing with a small smile.

The vine continues to prove useful as she uproots it, producing with it another shallow bowl and with her breath, roasting its roots to crumble over the dish, she sighs softly as she pulls the front of her dress down “I hope you’ll excuse this small preference I’ve picked up” with her own milk she returns the moisture lost in preparation, then splits the dish between the bowls before adjusting her dress “enjoy”

He only blushed slightly as she did before shaking his head slightly “nope I don’t mind it, it’s interesting to say the least though” shifting in his seat slightly before examining and starting to eat the dish she prepared

She smiles and starts eating as well, her tail waving softly as she watches him, folding the bowl and eating it as well when she’s done “back home those vines are everywhere, we use them as symbols of potential, on their own they can’t even grow a leaf, but with a little help from plants and animals around them they produce almost anything we need… I’m sorry I know I talk a lot”

He nods along, intrigued by what she was saying, it was about another world for crying out loud how couldn’t he be? “No I don’t worry about it, it really is fascinating I mean look around at what research I’m doing here. I don’t think a little bit of plant biology of another world is going to put me to sleep”

“that is somewhat strange, you have a word for everything yet instead of asking you use these dirty, cold machines to take the information you want” she sighs “if that’s all your people know I have my work cut out for me”

He thought about it for a second “yeah when you put it that way it seems irrelevant. But it’s all we have right now, no constructs or forms of ethereal magic to store information and these ‘crude’ machines for information storage and analyzing”

“I don’t need magic to tell you there’s a severe drop in pressure to the South East, or that to the far north I seem to have accidentally triggered a chain reaction of light showers, but I guess I understand what you mean”

“Yeah that’s not something most people if any can just sense out of the blue. I have a short range of sensory thanks to the electricity that has manifested in me. For instance there is no generator powering any of this, it’s all from me”

“I could tell” she taps her horns and pinches her scales/feathers “conductive, I’m about as good at making my own energy as your machines, instead I take it passively from what’s around me, consequently I am extremely sensitive to high concentrations of energy”

He nods, intrigued yet again by the draconid across from him. “What kind of sensitivity? Like a bad sense or a good sense?”

“it really depends, it can be painful, but it can also be quite pleasant”

He nods, “makes sense” he finishes the desser that she had prepared for them and stretched in his chair with a sigh

“really now? Could have fooled me” after a moment of simply admiring the smell she starts eating “it really is a shame, everywhere I go just, so few respect and appreciate basic skills like making a decent meal, and yet so many value excessive skills like dancing”

He nods in agreement, “yeah people seem to put aesthetic over survivability when judging or evaluating others. Whether that be for friends or scoping out a mate/fuckbuddy and it’s a real shame”

She nods as she continues to enjoy the steak, smiling softly “I’m going to have to remember how to prepare meat like this, it’s delicious” she soon finishes up and leans back

He smiles as he finishes soon after and starts to grab the dishes from the table. “Well I hope you were paying close attention, a chef never tells his recipes” he winks at her chuckling as he brings them to the small sink and starts to rinse them off, as well as the pan, before the grease gets stuck to them, humming to himself all the while.

“another wise chef once taught me, the art of cooking is not to reproduce a dish, but to take inspiration from it, and make it your own” meanwhile, she’s drawn a vine through the floor and is preparing a simple fruit based desert

“Ooooh philosophy, not many people I know use it much. And even less from one who came through a storm” he finished those dishes and walked back to his spot and sat down, analyzing what she was doing with a small smile.

The vine continues to prove useful as she uproots it, producing with it another shallow bowl and with her breath, roasting its roots to crumble over the dish, she sighs softly as she pulls the front of her dress down “I hope you’ll excuse this small preference I’ve picked up” with her own milk she returns the moisture lost in preparation, then splits the dish between the bowls before adjusting her dress “enjoy”

He only blushed slightly as she did before shaking his head slightly “nope I don’t mind it, it’s interesting to say the least though” shifting in his seat slightly before examining and starting to eat the dish she prepared

She smiles and starts eating as well, her tail waving softly as she watches him, folding the bowl and eating it as well when she’s done “back home those vines are everywhere, we use them as symbols of potential, on their own they can’t even grow a leaf, but with a little help from plants and animals around them they produce almost anything we need… I’m sorry I know I talk a lot”

He nods along, intrigued by what she was saying, it was about another world for crying out loud how couldn’t he be? “No I don’t worry about it, it really is fascinating I mean look around at what research I’m doing here. I don’t think a little bit of plant biology of another world is going to put me to sleep”

“that is somewhat strange, you have a word for everything yet instead of asking you use these dirty, cold machines to take the information you want” she sighs “if that’s all your people know I have my work cut out for me”

He thought about it for a second “yeah when you put it that way it seems irrelevant. But it’s all we have right now, no constructs or forms of ethereal magic to store information and these ‘crude’ machines for information storage and analyzing”

“I don’t need magic to tell you there’s a severe drop in pressure to the South East, or that to the far north I seem to have accidentally triggered a chain reaction of light showers, but I guess I understand what you mean”

“Yeah that’s not something most people if any can just sense out of the blue. I have a short range of sensory thanks to the electricity that has manifested in me. For instance there is no generator powering any of this, it’s all from me”

“I could tell” she taps her horns and pinches her scales/feathers “conductive, I’m about as good at making my own energy as your machines, instead I take it passively from what’s around me, consequently I am extremely sensitive to high concentrations of energy”

He nods, intrigued yet again by the draconid across from him. “What kind of sensitivity? Like a bad sense or a good sense?”