[ trusting him with food. though bellamy's learned all he can of the different types of meals you can have in eudio, he still doesn't quite trust himself to pick well. but he's come to learn quickly not to argue with elsa about who gets to choose what — he suspects she'll be as unmovable as ice, perhaps easy to thaw, but taking a long time to get there. ]
[ glancing at her then the menu, bellamy brushes his hand through his short hair. it's slowly growing back, but isn't the floppy mess it'd once been. ]
[ with one last quick look over the large menu behind the counter, bellamy turns to her. he doesn't take a step forward to wait in the very short line to the register, but stays where he is, on the peripherals of the queue. ]
I'll order, if you go pick the table. We'll eat here. [ his smile is small and amused, ] I'll trust you to pick a good spot.
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[ glancing at her then the menu, bellamy brushes his hand through his short hair. it's slowly growing back, but isn't the floppy mess it'd once been. ]
[ with one last quick look over the large menu behind the counter, bellamy turns to her. he doesn't take a step forward to wait in the very short line to the register, but stays where he is, on the peripherals of the queue. ]
I'll order, if you go pick the table. We'll eat here. [ his smile is small and amused, ] I'll trust you to pick a good spot.