Somewhere on the Mainland; Sunday Early Evening

[totalwildcard]

You asked Harley, it was a pretty good Sunday, so far.

She'd started out her day with no plan, and yet by happy accident (and it was definitely an accident, and not someone somewhere making room in a shared schedule to facilitate things, or anything deliberate on the part of anyone directly involved!) she'd run into Marc, and that had sparked a simple and easy plan after all: to drive him to the mainland for dinner, at a restaurant she'd overheard someone talking about on one of her off-island jaunts earlier in the week. It was supposed to be a family-run, no-nonsense little Italian place, and exactly the sort of thing Harley was in the mood for, especially right now with the company she had.

So life was indeed pretty good!

And Harley's mood wasn't soured even by finding out there was actually no parking available right by the restaurant. After some searching, she'd managed to find a spot some blocks away - which was to say, she'd sniped it from right under someone's nose with a truly reckless move. Which had led to some blaring horns from other cars. Which was all good in Harley's book! She had more important things to be thinking about, anyway!

"And the tiramisu's supposed to be amazing," she was saying, as they got out of the car. "Like, 'someone's 97-year-old tiny little Italian grandma made it' kind of amazing. D'you think they'd let me order that for an app and not just dessert?"

(NFB for distance, for the one modded with permission + some NPCs)

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[hasaknightjob]

"Gotta keep up with you," Marc replied.

Still looking smug.

[totalwildcard]

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Harley replied, with the barest attempt at a very fake exasperated tone. She got her phone out, unlocked it - and held it out for him without a second thought. "Order us some dinner, won't ya, funny guy?"

Of course the delivery app was front and center, what else was her phone even for?

[hasaknightjob]

Marc took it and started pulling up options. "Still want Italian?"

[totalwildcard]

"I could go for a good creamy pasta?" Harley... confirmed, even with that rising intonation. "Hard work, beatin' people up!"

[hasaknightjob]

"'kay," Marc said. He tossed in a pasta with salmon for himself. "Anything else?"

[totalwildcard]

"What've they got for dessert? Not tiramisu, I'm in mourning."

Just not enough to not have opted to go straight home, obviously.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc had been about to suggest it since they did have that, so he kept looking. "Cheesecake? Zeppoles? Cannolis?"

[totalwildcard]

Harley perked right up, which was a pretty impressive shibce she hadn't been slouching in any way to begin with: "Ooh! Cannolis, yes!"

But wasn't it great how clear her enthusiasm made her opinion sometimes?

[hasaknightjob]

Marc tossed those in. "Anything else? We doing delivery or pickup?"

[totalwildcard]

"Deliv--" Harley started, out of habit, only for some geographical details to worm their way into her consciousness right after. "Wait, we're basically going right past them anyway, so pick up!"

They were close to the island now, and then there'd be the walk, so odds were good they wouldn't even end up having to wait.

"And throw in one of those fancy Italian sodas if they've got 'em, too!

[hasaknightjob]

"Got it," Marc said. He put in all the details and sent it off, then handed Harley's phone back with the app still open. He didn't have a need to snoop so he wasn't gonna.

[totalwildcard]

There would have been very little to see, anyway, since Harley wasn't as attached to her phone as a lot of people were and so there wasn't a whole lot of dirt on there. Maybe the most he missed was that her lockscreen was a picture of Atton?

"Great!" she said, barely glancing at the phone before sticking it back in her pocket. "See, we still get dinner!"

[hasaknightjob]

"Still would've gone home if you needed," Marc said. He knew he'd said it to her before, but he figured didn't hurt to occasionally do reminders that that hadn't changed.

[totalwildcard]

Well, at least that one went both ways: "And I still would've told ya if I'd needed you to fuck off," Harley replied, with a crooked little smirk. "And I don't."

Neither needed nor wanted.

[hasaknightjob]

Marc gestured to himself. "Still here."

Okay leaving before now would've involved getting out of the car but whatever. Ubers were a thing.

[totalwildcard]

"Yeah, weird how you haven't launched yourself out the door yet," Harley teased. "Of course if you just wait long enough, you can just walk the rest of the way all easy-peasy."

[hasaknightjob]

"I was waiting to see how expensive your dinner order was," Marc told her.

[totalwildcard]

Harley made a greatly amused noise.

"Did I pass the test?"

[hasaknightjob]

"Depended on dessert," Marc said. He shook his head as though there'd been a possible bridge too far. "Cheesecake, I dunno."

[totalwildcard]

"What, cheesecake is great ," Harley protested, as she turned the car onto the causeway. "Just not tonight!"

[hasaknightjob]

"We're talking price," Marc pointed out.

[totalwildcard]

"You might be," Harley retorted, "I'm not! I'm talkin' deliciousness, which is the only thing that really matters."

A pause.

"For most things! Ever!"

[hasaknightjob]

Marc shook his head, looking at Harley with fon - bemusement. The word was bemusement.

"You're something else," he said.

It was a compliment.

[totalwildcard]

"I'm just makin' sure you don't forget," Harley informed him.

Smugly.

[hasaknightjob]

"Vexing," Marc said. "Haven't forgot."