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BLIND DATES GROUP 2

What: BLIND DATES!
Who: Anyone who was sent a note with an C# &D# table numbers.
Where: Off-campus restaurant. AND BEYOND!
When: November 19th
Warnings: Who knows depending who is here.

[The second group's restaurant is Asian Fusion Dinning. The rooms looks fancy but down to earth and the menu is very varied. Still expensive, however, but you've been given a 100$ budget for eating each!

The lighting is dim, with flickering, oil candles on every table. The place is decorated in stylish black and browns, with Japanese and Chinese wallscrolls and paintings. The overhead music is traditional yet somehow futuristic Asian music, to fit with the theme. Your servers are all dressed up for the occasion, and speak broken English.

Beside each candle, there's a card. Each card has a different letter-number combination.

Find your table!

OH YEAH AND FEEL FREE TO LEAVE THE RESTAURANT AND GO ANYWHERE ELSE!]

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For a moment, Cyrus considered taking a drink of that salty water, but decided against it. "Your concern is puzzling. You react with sorrow despite never having met them."

Those eyes returned to Cyrus once again, only with a new emotion mixed in: consternation, for he had been asked why he felt so sympathetic, as though it was a mystery. "Well... I-I think it's just the thought of it. Losing your parents must be a terrible thing to experience, and I... I'm sad that it happened, that's all. You must have been so young..."

"Hardly," Cyrus told him. "Twenty two and twenty four. I had not spoken to either in years." He certainly gave the impression, with a casual toss of his hand, that the subject truly meant nothing to him.

That must be why Cyrus handled it so well, Rhys thought. He hadn't seen his parents in a long, long time. That, and he must be a strong person, capable of dealing with such hardships, because if Rhys received word of his parents' deaths, even if it had been years since he had visited, he would be drowning in grief. Ike hadn't cried a single tear when his father passed! He had braved the ordeal with a strong heart and a clear mind.

"You're very strong to handle such a personal burden with light pain," he commended, smile returning mildly. "So you were raised by your grandfather, then?"

This line of questioning was strange, and for just a moment, Cyrus quirked an eyebrow. "By that time I had already taken the helm of my business. You believe either that I was yet young, despite my stating my ages at those times, or that I was incapable of caring for myself."

"Oh, no no no... I thought you meant that was when THEY died." Suddenly, he realized how awkward that must have sounded and began to chuckle nervously. "It was just a misunderstanding on my part." Oh, he was so silly sometimes. Maybe he should pay more attention, he thought. Idly he scooped up the menu and opened it to any given page, not looking at it just yet, but intending to.

Well, that just confused Cyrus even more. He was used to not being understood because no one around him matched his intellect, but people could follow his sentences, at least. "Take care to not make such simple mistakes in the future," he muttered as he looked at his menu at last.

And that eyebrow went up again.

"...such extravagance. That they charge such disproportionate prices for basic food is disgusting..."

Not exactly the most astute at comparing prices or familiar with matters related to fiscal ones, Rhys took a look at the menu and read some of the entries. He wasn't sure what to make of the food, since they sounded incredibly foreign, but he knew enough to deem that the prices were definitely outrageous. "M-maybe it's... very delicious?" He puzzled at the word 'makizushi' for a moment. Hmm... "At least, it should be expected, if that's what they will charge..."

"Unjustifiable," Cyrus dismissed. "I cannot support such a wasteful thing. Although it is important that we partake of those foods we favor, for our health and prosperity, we must be ethical in our consumption. And to waste such money on a basic meal is deplorable."

His hands curled on the sides of the menu, denting the paper, although his voice remained the same even tone it had been.

Whoa... He was really vehement about the menu prices... Rhys looked at his date's furled hands with some slight trepidation rising inside of him. "So I take it... you won't be eating, then?"

"Correct." He laid the menu back where it had been. "I have a...specialized diet anyway."

In some ways, Cyrus's resignation made him feel a little more relieved about his own feelings on eating from the menu. "I can understand where you're coming from. I have to be careful about what I eat, in case it makes me sick. I can't stomach much, you see... And to be honest, I'm not sure if any or which of these options will treat me kindly. I guess we're both on the same ship, then!"

Cyrus nodded. "...Perhaps you would do well to partake of my usual repast. It is specially calculated to be nutritionally perfect." After a moment, during which his eyes wandered slightly away, he added "...although most who I provide with it despise the taste."

"It wouldn't hurt to try," the healer mused, wondering what sort of a meal would cause such a widespread displeased reaction. It couldn't be as bad as Mist's beginning cooking adventures! ...Oh, he probably shouldn't be considering that as an example. Poor dear Mist! "What kind of food is it?"

"A drink, made primarily of vegetables and some...needed chemicals." The last part was almost rushed. Most people had an adverse reaction from that part of the description. "All things found in nature, however."

Because that was much better.

Rhys didn't seem to fall under the category of 'most people', as when he heard the word 'chemicals', he didn't automatically consider that to be a bad thing, especially if they were chemicals made for human consumption! Natural chemicals, at that. Before arriving at FDC, Rhys hadn't known they existed at all, so the concept of them was still a little vague.

"Vegetables are easy to digest," he commented, folding his menu up. "It's no wonder those you provide it with despise the taste. I can't blame them for not liking their vegetables. Most people I meet don't seem to appreciate them, but they're really not so bad, especially if cooked the right way. Besides, they're healthy."

"Exactly." Cyrus wasn't about to mention that the concoction tasted like swamp water. "Yet in the greater management of health, we must see the big picture."

Well, that would have definitely been a bit of a turn-off, now wouldn't it? "It must be like those vegetable drinks I saw hanging around the grocery store. I never tried one before, but they do make me curious."

"In general, perhaps. Yet those are full of harmful chemicals and made to be cheap rather than nutritious." He looked down slightly, muttering something about "disgusting". "...I believe we ought to leave."

Oh. Hmm. They didn't seem like they were bad... the thought briefly made him wonder what else was full of harmful chemicals...

Rhys straightened up. "It would be for the best. I'd hate to linger without the intention of paying for a-" And then, he broke out coughing, covering it with his sleeve, of course. Oh no... Just what he didn't want to have happen. After a long series of heaves, his lung parade ended, and he recovered with a sigh, looking a little more flustered than he did before.

"...not to mention, I'm not exactly feeling my best."

"...Quite ill. What has made you this way?" To himself, he wondered if Rhys was even capable of continuing out.

"I..." he began, swallowing before he could continue, "My body has always been feeble and easy to fall sick. It's a condition I've carried with me since birth. Why, just a little bit of strain can send me to bed for days, if I'm unlucky enough. I know, I know... it's not something anyone likes to hear, and I really do hate to tell it so many times." He seemed very sincere about the way he felt, like he was sorry to trouble Cyrus with the knowledge of his burden.

And yet Cyrus's expressionlessness seemed to mellow slightly. "...And yet your mind is strong. That is what is important, I believe. Strength of the body is meaningless if the mind is weak." He rose from his chair, pushing it back under the table. "Come. We will leave this place."

...His mind was strong. Cyrus thought he was strong inside. Rhys smiled and rose from his own chair, scooting it back into position as well.

With the compliment beaming in his chest, he said, "Well, we didn't get to stay long and chat over a meal, but... I think this turned out nicely. I'm glad we got to sit and talk. You're nice company."

That was something Cyrus wasn't used to hearing. Certainly his agents, his officers most of all, would hang on every word he said, but he was still their leader and it was still business. This was something lesser than that, and yet still potent. "Thank you. Although I see no reason to end the conversation."

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I can't load the menu any more for some reason, so bear with me

Aww, that sucks! Basically: typical Japanese food for way too much

Yeah I remember it from before, but no specifics

If you need anything, I could write some down on a PM for you? :> Not that Cyrus is eating fff

Haha I guess I solved my own problem

Sure did! Hooray

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