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Once upon a time I was falling in love...

Who: Sonny, Voile
When: May 18 - Early Afternoon
What: She's showing him the contest hall. And treating him to lunch.
Where: FDC
Warnings: Hardly.

"When was the last time we spent a day together like this?"

She'd asked it to herself as her slow steps took her to Sonny's new room. It was a shame that he wouldn't be rooming with Vinnie any longer, but she had a feeling the Venusaur would be quite pleased to have such a delightful welcoming. Nothing like coming home to family, after all. And not too long ago, she wouldn't have known too much about what that was like.

She had an idea of it in the present, however, and the mere thought made her smile.

Voile stopped outside of his door, looking ready for the summer. After a few cycles of lacing her hands together and unlacing them, she finally sucked up all of her courage and knocked.

And hopefully he hadn't forgotten.

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Oh, gosh...

She was a little relieved when he gave them another topic. Squeezing his hand gently, she found her feet picking up again. Food sounded good.

"What do you feel like having? I mean, what do you think you'll order? It's been a while since we've gone, after all."

"I'm going to order Lasagna!" he replied without hesitation. "I like it and I haven't had it in a while and I know they serve it there!"

He swung his arms a little as they walked, her hand in his tracing gentle, lazy arcs in the air between them.

"What about you? Salad?" he asked. He remembered she was far more a fan of lighter dishes than heavy ones, and vegetables over things that were meaty.

"Oh, you know me very well," she praised him with a bright smile. Then she offered him a nod. "I think a salad sounds perfect."

Tipping her head, Voile continued, unaware of how she seemed to relax in his mere midst. "I'm thinking salad with some raspberry vinaigrette and cranberries. Walnuts, maybe? That sounds really good. I'd ask your opinion, but I'm aware that's not really your thing."

"I like foods that are more filling than salad usually, but! I do eat it sometimes! And I like salads with walnuts and grapes. It's called a waldorf salad. It's really good! Or citrus salad, with little bits of mandarin orange in it and a citrus vinaigrette and pine nuts."

He licked his lips. Mmm. That actually sounded good. Maybe he'd get one as an appetizer.

"I believe I've had one," she admitted. "I didn't know you liked things like that, though. You always have struck me as the one who was interested in snacks as opposed to a healthier lifestyle. I just assumed you were leaving it up to me to be the one who ate healthy enough for the two of us."

"Since you seem to like salads to some degree, perhaps I'll share some of mine with you."

"OK! And I'll share some of mine with you too so it's fair." he replied with a nod. "And I do like to eat lots of snacks. But I also used to eat waaaaaaay more veggies. Well. Bamboo and pine needles. Those count as veggies."

Because. Green leaves. They were a dollop of ranch away from being a real salad.

"You say you're trying to be fair, but I'm pretty sure you just mean you want to share your food with me to be cute."

She knew he was altruistic enough to offer it. Voile just liked the idea of teasing him a little. They'd been apart for so long, after all.

"But since you invited me so nicely, I won't be rude and turn you down." So when they did manage to arrive at the restaurant, she motioned for him to go in first.

He did go in first, though, he held the door for her of course.

"Good! It will be nice because we'll get to try twice as many foods that way." he said with a sage nod. More kinds of food meant more kinds of awesome in his book.

He ordered a lemonade for himself to drink and asked if they could bring two extra baskets of the bread sticks. Because he really did intend to eat a lot of bread sticks.

Her expression was very soft when she heard him. Perhaps she should have corrected him, but there was really nothing to correct. They both had some mostly differing tastes. But they worked off well with one another and she couldn't deny that. Still, a year later. There was something welcoming about that.

She did nab some of his bread sticks, but chances were in eating pace, she was far slower. Kind of a bird she was with the way she picked at her food.

Peeking at him over the top of her menu, she tried to keep her smile to a minimum, but didn't have much luck. "I was wondering... Is this something you'd want to do again?"

"Of course!" he replied as if it was a forgone conclusion. "Lots of times. All the time. Though, that might be expensive. So, just whenever we can would be good!"

His own glance at the menu was quick - he knew exactly what he wanted to get. Mmmmm - he was looking forward to some Lasagna!

"What about you? Do you want to do this kind of thing lots too?"

I actually meant doing things with me.

She didn't say it and though she thought it, she didn't direct the thoughts to him. Instead, she simply eyed him with some consideration and after a few moments, she nodded.

"Yes," Voile admitted. "I feel very happy right now. I wonder how much of that is your happiness, however, and how much of it is mine."

"If you want, I can try and think of something sad so you can tell the difference?" he offered. It made sense to him - if he was feeling morose, she could at least tell if there was any happiness left over and if so, it must be hers.

She lifted her hands rather quickly in something of a mock surrender and shook her head quickly. "No, no, no! I feel enough tension and not happy feelings off the rest of the people here in the academy. It'd tear me up if you started feeling that way, too."

Then her expression softened, "The point is that I think I feel happy, which is very out of the ordinary for me. If I think I am, then I must be, and that's good enough for me."

"Oh. Well. I don't want to tear you up!" He replied a little sheepishly. So much for that idea! "If that's good enough for you then it's good enough for me too! I'm happy to hear that you're happy. That's all I really want. I hope... I hope that you know that."

Because times ahead were bound to be more than a little confusing. So, hopefully, she could just remember that much. Hold on to it until everything had been figured out and sorted through and he'd caught up and made up for the year he'd been missing.

His lemonade and the baskets of brad arrived, and he was quick about picking up his glass and a piece of bread.

There was... a moment that she felt her heart... wrench up. At least that was how it sure seemed to feel. What a human thing to experience, she supposed. The idea of twisting hearts was something she read in books. There were some things that still just weren't familiar to her.

"I... know that," she confessed very softly. Her lips curled into a smile and Voile gave him a nod. "I also wish very much for your happiness." And she knew there was probably nothing she wanted more. Out of sight did not mean out of mind where he was concerned.

Tipping her head to her menu, she pulled a face, "Hum. Ravioli sounds good. Have you had it before? They have some with butternut squash?"

"Oh! I like Ravioli AND I like Butternut squash! When I'm a Snorlax, I can fit seven big Butternut Squash in my mouth at once." he announced. More than a little proud of this fact about himself. "The seeds are kind of crunchy and kind of squishy at the same time."

He did another quick look over the menu himself, but was still pretty set on the lasagna, so, that was what he ordered.

She set her menu down as she listened to him. And admittedly, she was minutely more wide-eyed. "Can you really?" Voile asked him curiously. "Seven squashes in your mouth? All at once? But if you did something like that, wouldn't you choke? I mean..."

She opened her mouth as if she tried to imagine stuffing a lot of food in it. And she couldn't. "Well, I guess mine's really small in either form..."

"Heee!" he chuckled as she opened her mouth. He couldn't imagine she would even be able to fit one! But that was fine - everyone had their own talents, after all.

"I've never choked doing something like that. It's fun! as a Human, it's kind of like trying to see how many of those big marshmallows you can fit in your mouth at once. It's a game! But I'll try to be careful when I do it, OK?"

He didn't want to worry her, after all.

Her talent was definitely not stuffing food into her mouth.

"I can think of so many better ways to put a marshmallow to good use," she pointed out. "You know, other than potentially choking to death." What a pessimistic way of looking at it, and yet still truthful. "Try to keep yourself on the living plane, okay? I don't know how to bring people back. It's not one of my abilities."

But she did wind up giving him a rather skeptical look, "To be fair, you could probably use some new hobbies, sweetheart."

"Well, so can I." he countered. "They're better when you make them into s'mores or put them into cocoa. But it's just a game to play when you have a lot of them and want to see how many fit."

This is what he thinks is fun. No-one ever said he was an entirely normal person.

"New hobbies....? Hmm. Maybe. Do you know what I've always kind of wanted to try doing? I've always wanted to try playing those little guitars with the four strings..." He made a strumming motion with one hand. "....Ukulele. Those."

Why would anyone really want to see how many fit? Seriously. Why? What would be the point? How in the name of the Hoenn gods was that fun? Sonny was cute and Voile would be the first to admit to it, but hearing him made her think he was rather ridiculous too.

As he continued, however, she felt a part of herself soften. Ridiculous was out of the picture and replaced with a sweet and sentimental romanticism. And perhaps that was because Voile had quite the love for music. Acoustic music was a plus, which she would have classified the ukulele under.

"Really? That's... Have you ever played a musical instrument before?"

Don't knock it until you've tried it. It's way more fun than it sounds to the uninitiated, Voile.

"I actually never have, no." he replied. "It's something I've thought about trying since I got to become a Human, but I've just never gotten around to it inbetween everything else. But this one time, I saw some people on TV playing them. It looked kind of easy and the music was really fun!"

He hummed a few bars for her. It was a bouncy, lively tune - the kind you might hear in a commercial for travel and accommodation at an Island resort.

He knew how to carry a tune, which was a plus.

"You know it's not as easy as just picking it up and strumming it, right? I don't know much in the way of actual instruments, but I'm pretty sure there's more to it." Tapping at her chin, she frowned minutely, as if she was attempting to put together some form of plan.

"I think you'd need lessons, but I don't know of anyone here who could help you." She doubted most of the people in the academy even know what one was to begin with.

"I know. It's like a guitar - you have to push down on the right strings on the neck part of it to make the right notes when you strum." he said, again, mimicking the motion with his hands. Playing Air Ukulele, though, somewhat subdued as he didn't want to look odd in the middle of the restaurant. "I've played Guitar on Guitar Savior for the Woo. I sort of know how it works even if that's really not like the real thing at all."

He paused at the mention of lessons.

"Probably there's either somewhere in town you could learn to play or there might be a website about it. There's websites about almost anything you could think of that you want to learn."

He didn't want to look odd, but he already did. Odd enough for her to stop and stare before she had to lift both of her hands to muffle her laughter. You know. So she wouldn't look odd. Except she was sure she did, too.

When she quieted, her smile was soft and pleasant. "That's a good point. There are a lot of resources here. I'm sure if you're really so interested in it that you'll find a way to make it work. If you do somehow manage to, Sonny, you'd best know that I'd like to hear you play."

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