El Paso, Texas, Tuesday Night

[weldedtomyspine]

"Have I mentioned how much I like that dress?" Jaime asked with a grin as he held the door open for Momoko. Because he did. Not that he didn't like Momoko in lots of things, but some dresses just... really worked for her.

"Also, I hope this place is good. I mean, the reviews say it is, but I haven't been here before."

He took a moment to exchange a few words with the hostess about their reservation.

"But if they aren't the best Italian place you've been to this year, don't blame me, okay?"

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[weldedtomyspine]

That laugh broke free, and Jaime had to reach out and steady his drink so that he didn't knock it over.

"Oh, you don't? Is that a... complaint?"

[heromaniac]

"Would I complain?"

[weldedtomyspine]

"Only if you don't get what you want," Jaime teased.

[heromaniac]

"Then I am obviously not-" she was going to steal his line - "because I've got what I want."

Nyaah!

[weldedtomyspine]

"Well, that is a very sugary-looking drink," Jaime allowed with a nod.

[heromaniac]

"If you're hoping I'll reply with, 'not as sweet as you', you'll be sorry." She wrinkled her nose at his teasing and then flicked some of the huge pink sugar granules at him from the rim of her glass. "Because this is totally sweeter."

[weldedtomyspine]

Jaime pouted at her.

"That's so mean. I'm telling my girlfriend on you."

[heromaniac]

"And admit you were with me instead of her?" Momoko asked innocently. "Now that's mean."

[weldedtomyspine]

"I don't know. Think you could take her in a fight? She's pretty tough."

[heromaniac]

"Definitely." Momoko set her drink down to sit back and make a set of fists at him. "I'm pretty tough, too. Remember who has the high score on Metal Fighter II?"

[weldedtomyspine]

Jaime widened his eyes and tried to look forgetful. "No. Doesn't ring a bell. Is it someone we know?"

[heromaniac]

"The beat-down was so terrible for you that you have amnesia?" she chuckled as the hostess approached their table. "Let's just say I could totally take on all your girlfriends at once and win."

The look on the hostess' face was priceless.

[weldedtomyspine]

"All twenty?" Jaime asked, widening his eyes in ridiculous exaggeration before shooting the hostess a quick wink.

[heromaniac]

"Twenty?!" Momoko tried to stifle her laugh and thought she did a very good job. "Who did you dump this week?"

"Excuse me, your table's ready." The hostess was... not sure what to think; she'd witnessed their interaction earlier and they seemed to be laughing. "Table for two in the Rose room, correct?"

[weldedtomyspine]

"Oh, that really cute Japanese girl. Momoko, I think her name was?" He shrugged helplessly. "You know I can forget sometimes."

Then he glanced at the hostess, still laughing, and stood up. "Yup. That's us!"

[heromaniac]

"You're terrible," she finally couldn't hold it in and let loose a full laugh. She waited the few seconds it took for him to pull her chair out and then took his arm to follow the hostess through the bar and the main restaurant to a smaller dining room in the rear.

Separated from the rest of the restaurant by a half-wall covered in plants, it seemed a lot more secluded and cozy. The softer lighting, roses at every turn, and huge crackling wood fireplace at the far end of the room helped.

Momoko's grip on Jaime's arm tightened and she fairly sparkled with delight. "So romantic... You pick the best places."

[weldedtomyspine]

Jaime grinned. "Yeah. I totally thought it'd be a good spot once I saw some of the photos."

He leaned over to press a quick kiss against Momoko's cheek.

"Now I'm just going to cross my fingers that the food is as good."

[heromaniac]

"With a room this nice and you, it doesn't matter." If there'd been a way to sit and just cuddle in front of that fireplace...

The hostess smirked proudly and indicated they had arrived at the table. "Would you prefer to look at the restaurant's menu or would you like the Chef's Valentine's Day Special?"

[weldedtomyspine]

"Um. What's the special?" Jaime asked, watching Momoko's face for a reaction even as he asked the hostess the question.

[heromaniac]

"First, a light panzanella made with bread and tomatoes and just a touch of basil. That is followed by a delicious, freshly prepared blue cheese and pear risotto. After that, Chef asks that you enjoy his personal favourite, a tagliata steak served with a green salad with raspberries, walnuts, and roasted cherry tomatoes."

Of course steak. Momoko raised an amused eyebrow. She was getting used to always always ALWAYS having steak offered to her as part of a huge meal instead of fish. Texans.

"And the dessert?" she asked, betraying no other real signs of a preference for this menu over choosing her own. She really didn't have one, except here: this was the important deal closer, lady. "That's included in a Valentine's Special, I'm sure, but what is it?"

[weldedtomyspine]

Jaime suppress a snort as the hostess smiled politely. "Of course. For dessert, a chocolate ganache cake made with a generous portion of fresh cherries, served with freshly whipped cream and a delicate coffee-infused ice cream." The hostess' smile widened. "Apportioned for two to share."

That sounded fine to Jaime, but his attention was on Momoko. Her expression would tell him faster than anything else what she thought of that particular offering.

[heromaniac]

"I'm like the sound of the special, but..." Hmmmmm. Momoko didn't like coffee, but that did sound good. After a moment or two of consideration, she smiled and shrugged. "If Chef choose the dessert to be part of the menu, then the flavours have to be complimentary, so, okay."

She turned to Jaime. "Does all that sound good to you? There wasn't any pasta mentioned; would you rather choose something like that?"

[weldedtomyspine]

"Hey. I'm here to have dinner with this really funny, smart, hot girl I know. Good food is secondary to the company."

He grinned. "But, yeah, that actually sounds pretty good." Jaime turned to the hostess. "The special sounds perfect. Thanks."

[heromaniac]

"Thank you. Your waitress will be by to take your drink order shortly, then." The hostess nodded and left them.

Momoko shook a finger at Jaime. "You'd better not complain later that you went to an Italian restaurant and had no pasta."

Actually that had better be the part of tonight that he complained about, if he did any at all.

"Speaking of missing out on things, did I tell you I got an email from Sila?" She folded her arms on the table to lean towards Jaime. "I found it in my SPAM folder the other day. She's been stuck in an alternate timeline!"

[weldedtomyspine]

"That's me. Always complaining about dinner."

He grinned, then cocked his head. "You didn't tell me, and while I should probably be surprised about the whole timeline thing..." He shrugged. "I mean, the Fandom weirdness thing seems to carry on to later generations, huh?"