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... does this mean you're an assassin now, for real?

I'm not top dog or anything but I got some stats.

Holy shit. Do you have a blade thingy and everything?

Actually I got that during the celebration ages ago.

[She makes sure no one is watching then makes the hidden blade spring forth.]

[Riley. Feel proud of how high Ellie jumps. She knocks her head on the back of the booth.]

Holy shit, are you nuts? Put that thing away! Ow, goddamn-

[Flicking it back in, she grabs her stomach as she starts laughing.]

Holy shit you should see your face! Oh man that was fucking awesome!

Dude, you don't just pull your murderstick out in front of the fries. That's just rude.

[Ellie is massively pouting now, but she eats a few more of them for emphasis. Is she blushing? She's blushing.]

[Riley puts on the most serious look and claps her hands and bows to the fries.]

I am so sorry for waving my stick over you guys when I'm about to kill you with my mouth and stomach juices instead.

[And then she grabs a few and tosses them in her mouth with a grin. She's full of shit and she knows it.]

Riley, mightiest of fry destroyers. All spuds shall fear her wrath.

[Deadpan, before Ellie grins and helps herself to more.]

As well they should. I can kick any fry's ass.

[Watch her flex that muscle.]

Fearless asskicker of dead potatoes everywhere.

Had no idea that I had that as a life skill when you started dating me, did ya.

It's the whole reason we're together, Ri.

These are my relationship goals.

Points for good goals.

[The burgers arrive and her face lights up as she immediately picks hers up to take a huge bite.]

Mmmmmmm!

[Enter the portion of the date where Ellie slumps quietly against the edge of the table, slowly but steadily eating her way through a burger bigger than she is. About halfway through she slows down, but resolutely keeps going.

Soon, she looks ready for a nap. She probably shouldn't have eaten all of that at once.]

... man. I missed this.

I mean.

[She frowns, rubbing her face.]

I didn't remember being here at all, but I think a part of me still missed it, you know? And then I showed up here and everything just came jumping at my face again.

[Riley does better with pacing herself since she's used to actually being able to have food, getting food, eating her fill of food. She does see that stuff going on with Ellie though and makes a note to portion control her.

Mostly so she doesn't get sick in the future while her stomach grows again.]

Or popping up behind you.

[She grins at her because that's totally what she did. It was great too, totally worth it.]

[It forces Ellie to resist looking behind her. Every time Riley tugs the basket away, she tugs it back, but makes it a point to eat more slowly. She's fucked this up before.]

... I even missed that part.

Me stealing your food or me finding ways to scare the shit out of you?

[She tugs the basket toward her again with a grin.]

My shit's all still where it started, sicko.

[Ellie lets her, but will steal it back as soon as Riley gets wrapped up in what she's saying again. It immediately results in a fight that spills the almost totally empty basket.]

What's it say about you that I'm a sic...woah!

[Quickly, she catches food before it falls, her finely trained Assassin instincts helping her out. Bringing the lost food back, she steals a bite as payment.]

That was close.

What are you, a ninja now?

[Like a cat, Ellie casts around for something else, and slaps a ketchup bottle towards Riley's end of the table. If she doesn't catch it, it'll go crashing onto the floor.]

Woah hey!

[She catches that too and rights it so it doesn't just fall over. Then she's laughing.]

Come on. You know I've always been a badass.

Does that mean you're taking me roof-running?

... oh, shit, I'll have my Growth powers back too, won't I-?

We have to go.

No shit we're going roof-running. It's the only way to get into my place anyway!

[She laughs then throws one last bit of food in her mouth.]

You ready to go?

Ready to show me all your secrets?

[Ellie scarfs one last fry, then takes a sip of her drink as she stands, dragging her hands back through her hair.]

Lead the way.

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