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"That wouldn't surprise me. I can't really tell the difference between what Ling served me and this." Ed had had a chance to eat enough of the food Ling had to be able to compare what this restaurant was serving and what they served in the palace. As he ate his food, he couldn't stop but steal some glances at Greed, who was looking very handsome tonight. Greed always looked good to him, but being in an intimate setting like this made it feel different somehow.

He didn't miss the glances Ed was sneaking at him, though that was in part because Greed was taking the opportunity to admire the way the candlelight's soft glow enhanced the already beautiful gold in Ed's hair and eyes. There was no need for Greed to hide his appreciative glances. Always the type to say what was on his mind, he was generally fairly outspoken about how attractive he found the other man. Ed would be aware by now.

"Yeah, the one with the fountain sounds good," he agreed, pausing for another bite of steak. "There are a few good spots there." He'd met someone there the other night for an information trade, so while he was aware that there were some shady areas, he wasn't worried about it. Ed could handle himself, and Greed had no qualms about stepping in to defend him if anything came up. But there was a nice garden surrounding the fountain, along with a few benches, so they could spend some time there.

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"Well, that depends on which kitty you try to play with. Most of mine like to, but a couple of them prefer to lay around and snooze." Black Star answered Wrath, trying to mentally picture the boy playing with her cats. Throwing a small toy mouse for them to chase, or whipping around a feather wand until one of the felines pounced on it.

The Gem listened as Wrath described the cat he saw. Black with green eyes huh? It sounded like many felines Black Star had encountered. There were lots of homeless kitties with black fur. She would continue heading towards the alley's exit, only to stop when his final question was asked. "Not all of them, but Smokey probably will."

"So don't play with Smokey?" he asked, curious as to what it would be like around all of her cats. "But some of the other ones aren't scared, right? What games do they like to play?"

"Thank You. It smells wonderful." Her warm expression goes to Martel, and those blues eyes land on the tattoo upon her shoulder. "I like your tattoo." It's just a moment's small talk, an easy compliment for something that caught her eye. The stare at her tattoo was short lived, as Peach prefered to make eye contact. She didn't want to hold her long though- martel was working.

Infact, hearing them talk... Well, it registered she was perhaps gettting special treatment. He didn't even know she was a princess! How did this always happen? But, they conversation wasn't one she'd want to cut short. Still, "If there's things you need to attend to, please don't let me hold you up. I'm sure running a business is plenty of work even without distractions."

As for his inquiry though, "Well, I never put anything on something new until after I've tried it. Though, at the end of the day, I don't usually judge people's tastes, even if it seems wasteful to me." There's a coyness to that statement, a tease regarding his clear judgement for those who do use ketchup on their beef. That said, best to try it while it's hot! So, without much further preamble, Peach takes a bite of the Sandwich. there's some thought in her eyes as she chews, processing... but she's smiling.

Greed raised an eyebrow at Peach's assessment of judging what seemed wasteful as Martel returned to work, but he appeared more amused than to take it personally. He had his opinions on what kept things as the highest quality, and he stuck to them. That was on her if she chose otherwise. Though it wasn't often that someone tried to challenge him. She was certainly more interesting than he would have thought. Definitely not the woman who needed to be rescued from a hooligan that he expected on first seeing her. She sure seemed to be the type to stick to her guns and mean what she said and did. Good. He preferred people who didn't just take things lying down.

The trick Nikolai showed to Hughes was at least TAME compared to one of his more... morbid tricks... like cutting an arm off that blood would spurt out only to reveal with magic it was just fine. He didn't want to scar his new found friend like that.

Nikolai was thinking of what kind of tricks though he could show his daughter, he was thinking of juggling, balloon animals, and simple making an object disappear maybe.. But also he did want his kids to meet his daughter, it would be good for his kids to make a friend...

"Oh they have a tuna sandwich here~!" Nikolai pointed out to the sandwich in the vending machine. Thankfully the date made was today, so it was fresh. Nikolai learned that with vending machines always to check the date. He pulled out a few yen coins and popped them in, hitting the button for the sandwich. It pushed it down into the slot.

Nikolai grabbed a peanut butter jelly sandwich for himself, inserting the coins, and grabbed both the sandwiches from the slot and offered his new friend the tuna one.

"We can go eat in a room~! I will go book one really quick and we can head there~!"

Brimming with energy, Nikolai practically bounced to the booking desk and paid for a room for the night and got a key. Rushing back to the other he showed the key he had. "On first floor too~! Let's go~!"

Taking long strides, he was heading through a door that a vast hallway ran from, rooms on either side. He waited a moment with the door open to make sure Hughes was following before heading through.

As his new friend bounced toward the front desk, Hughes came to the decided conclusion that there was nothing to worry about anymore. Nikolai appeared to have healed up just find and seemed to be brimming with energy. His excitement was contagious, and Hughes gladly followed him past the long row of identical doors toward the one Nikolai was assigned to.

Taking the invitation to step inside, Hughes entered the room and glanced around the small room for a place to sit. Seemingly as soon as he was out of the way, however, his friend rushed past to flop on the bed. Hughes couldn't help but chuckle watching him. "Sure made yourself at home fast," he teased.