Ha. Ha. [ At least she's past getting told to shut up again. ...that's a new nickname now, isn't it. Ragna had intended to get up to open the door anyway, but when she mentions how they won't give the food to her if she's the one who answers, his expression sours. Just fleetingly because he remembers what she told him. ]
Right. [ A beat, and quieter as he starts to leave, ] Still pisses me off.
[ Treat your guests with respect?? He might be rough around the edges, but he's already done a better job than this whole damn place has. Glancing back he just calls that he'll be back in a sec with their goods. And when he opens the door, untucked dress shirt and pants and all, he's greeted by a well-dressed waiter, all smiles and enthusiasm with an entire rolling cart of high quality goods, all kept pristine and warm with their golden-domed plate covers, the serving of iced coffee on the side as good as it'd be in any advertised window. ]
Looks like everything. Thanks. I'll take it from here—
[ "Oh, nonsense, Mr. Bloodedge! Please, allow me to cart your order in for you and I'll be on my way." ]
No no, that's— [ Aaand there they go! Rolling on in. Ragna may be an esteemed guest for the time being, but a Wildcard is still a Wildcard! There's some give and pull with how gung ho the staff can be for a man like him. And he just. Glares with a rough sigh. ] —fine.
[ And when the waiter does roll into the spacious main living hub of the Jack Suite, they suddenly begin to slow down upon spotting the white-haired Huntress, and their jovial expression just...drops. Whether he was already making himself comfortable with this lady or not, the fact still remains that this is a place for the illustrious. Not for...
"Do keep your hands to yourself unless Mr. Bloodedge—" ]
The butter and sugar crepe.
[ —gives her permission? Oh my. Mr. Bloodedge was so silent walking behind the waiter that they didn't even realize they were there already.
"Ah, yes?" ]
Which one is it? [ "O-Of course, right here! As you requested!" They remove the dinner plate to reveal an oh-so-fresh serving of crepes, beautifully folded with butter still freshly melting atop at a glacier pace. ] And the earl grey cream puffs?
[ Well those are in a smaller serving dish! Looking as delicate as ever! Ragna doesn't need to ask about the Iced coffee. It's in plain sight. Now with all those things settled? ]
These are for Weiss. [ A beat. ] Give them to her.
[ And judging by Ragna's tone, just towing the line of polite yet his lower cadence commanding, they'd better do it nicely as well. ... No no! Please! He insists. They went through the trouble of coming all the way in here; go for broke! Hesitating for but a moment before resigning themselves, as the waiter is prepared to offer both the main serving of crepes and the cream puffs as an aside, he hears from behind him, a fleck of smug but oh-so-tired. ]
Service with a smile.
[ Oh this smartass. But Weiss does indeed receive her order, entrusting them to her safely before finishing with the chilled ice coffee. They promptly take their leave right after this, making sure to close the door behind them until it's finally just the two of them alone again. ]
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Right. [ A beat, and quieter as he starts to leave, ] Still pisses me off.
[ Treat your guests with respect?? He might be rough around the edges, but he's already done a better job than this whole damn place has. Glancing back he just calls that he'll be back in a sec with their goods. And when he opens the door, untucked dress shirt and pants and all, he's greeted by a well-dressed waiter, all smiles and enthusiasm with an entire rolling cart of high quality goods, all kept pristine and warm with their golden-domed plate covers, the serving of iced coffee on the side as good as it'd be in any advertised window. ]
Looks like everything. Thanks. I'll take it from here—
[ "Oh, nonsense, Mr. Bloodedge! Please, allow me to cart your order in for you and I'll be on my way." ]
No no, that's— [ Aaand there they go! Rolling on in. Ragna may be an esteemed guest for the time being, but a Wildcard is still a Wildcard! There's some give and pull with how gung ho the staff can be for a man like him. And he just. Glares with a rough sigh. ] —fine.
[ And when the waiter does roll into the spacious main living hub of the Jack Suite, they suddenly begin to slow down upon spotting the white-haired Huntress, and their jovial expression just...drops. Whether he was already making himself comfortable with this lady or not, the fact still remains that this is a place for the illustrious. Not for...
"Do keep your hands to yourself unless Mr. Bloodedge—" ]
The butter and sugar crepe.
[ —gives her permission? Oh my. Mr. Bloodedge was so silent walking behind the waiter that they didn't even realize they were there already.
"Ah, yes?" ]
Which one is it? [ "O-Of course, right here! As you requested!" They remove the dinner plate to reveal an oh-so-fresh serving of crepes, beautifully folded with butter still freshly melting atop at a glacier pace. ] And the earl grey cream puffs?
[ Well those are in a smaller serving dish! Looking as delicate as ever! Ragna doesn't need to ask about the Iced coffee. It's in plain sight. Now with all those things settled? ]
These are for Weiss. [ A beat. ] Give them to her.
[ And judging by Ragna's tone, just towing the line of polite yet his lower cadence commanding, they'd better do it nicely as well. ... No no! Please! He insists. They went through the trouble of coming all the way in here; go for broke! Hesitating for but a moment before resigning themselves, as the waiter is prepared to offer both the main serving of crepes and the cream puffs as an aside, he hears from behind him, a fleck of smug but oh-so-tired. ]
Service with a smile.
[ Oh this smartass. But Weiss does indeed receive her order, entrusting them to her safely before finishing with the chilled ice coffee. They promptly take their leave right after this, making sure to close the door behind them until it's finally just the two of them alone again. ]