A poor excuse for an argument

[greyerrant]

Who: Garviel Loken, Beatrice
Where: Bay View hotel
What: Dinner and arguments
When: Present, sunday night
Warnings: Possibly some smooching. Eating. Lots of arguments

Garviel scowls at the door to his room. Beatrice is late. Surely she hasn't ignore his invitation to dinner, not after the feast he laid out. An entire roast duck, several kinds of tea and various delicious sweets, as well as ice cream, all on a rather elaborate-looking tray that he'd spent an entire week's wages on requesting from the Bay View's staff.

He looks down at the various dinner forks arrayed before him after failing to melt the door with his scowl, and puzzles over what they are all for.

Comments

[greyerrant]

Excellent. I look forward to it.

[golden_witch]

I think you might look forward to everything involving me.~ ♥

[greyerrant]

You think quite a lot of things, including highly of yourself.

[ There is an almost playful expression on his face. ]

[golden_witch]

[A playful expression? On this man? There's an accomplishment if she does say so herself.]

Well, you think highly of me, too, don't you~? ♥

[greyerrant]

Sometimes, when you're being civil and thoughtful.

[golden_witch]

[A giggle.]
Oh, you don't think highly of me very often, then, do you~?

[greyerrant]

Not as often as I'd like, certainly.

[golden_witch]

Oh, that's alright. You don't have to think highly of me to be enamored with me, I suppose.~ ♥