[ You can't take the tsun completely out of Ragna! But you can inject the dere in just the right way, it turns out. Ultimately, he does yield to the Happy Weiss, in a bid to keep her Happy Life going. At the very least, Ragna was already over her stunt to get them into a fine dining situation. That, and despite the fact that they were both going to be getting fair treatment, at least more of the focus is on the Queen instead of him. He's so used to the casual service he receives at Red Cardinal...and it's not like he doesn't know how to handle people if he's trying to be cordial. So long as they respect him back in kind. ]
Maybe... There's a lotta good ideas on this menu. I might hafta take notes. [ If there's one thing Ragna had plenty more time for beyond having sex, training and investigating the resort, it's improving upon his cooking skills that Jubei instilled in him. ] Maybe a medium pizza and we can share it with the rest of our order.
[ Frankly, he never really cared to count his calories. He ate relatively healthy with a diet high in protein, but he fought and trained so rigorously that what he ate really didn't count. When Weiss insists that she wants to try whatever he has, all he does is smile back at her, knowingly. He may have never had a girlfriend before, but he knows the vibes. asfdjkl ]
[ "Miss Schnee, your table is ready."
Ragna perks up around the same time that Weiss does, blinking to her before they're lead in by the waiter. Whilst the staff hang head over heels for the Queen and to an extent, her "plus one", patrons of the restaurant don't sneer at Ragna or anything. They just look away if he happens to glance in their general direction. Why should they give him any further attention? Most are whispering about the beauty and radiance of the Queen of Spades instead. Thankfully, they won't have to worry about prying eyes for much longer when they're lead to their own VR-enhanced dining room.
One that throws him for a loop because at first, he didn't register that this was all illusory. ]
What the...?
[ Their chairs are held out for them; Ragna included. And he's taken by surprise by that matter. Was it because he was here with Weiss? Was it all about the hierarchy? Either way, he decides to rear back on that train of thought to focus on just enjoying his time in with Weiss. Almost mirroring her, speaking of... ]
Oh, uh, thank you.
[ :'D;;;? Standing alone with the former heiress in the face of a beautiful beachside and a table awaiting them where no sea breeze would bother them, he can definitely feel the pressure building. But then,
"Sorry," ]
Huh? What for? [ Ragna shakes his head dismissively to her apology. He was just...more surprised than anything. It would have been worse if there were others around to watch them. But for all intents and purposes, it really does feel like they're no longer at the Golden Peacock. ] You didn't do anything wrong.
[ Though...now he feels a little overdressed in contrast to Weiss now. Especially for a beautiful oceanside table. So he starts to remove his red jacket with the conveniently located coat hanger situated off to the side for their exclusive use. A couple of accessory belts later and he's down to his thinner black ensemble from top to bottom. ]
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Maybe... There's a lotta good ideas on this menu. I might hafta take notes. [ If there's one thing Ragna had plenty more time for beyond having sex, training and investigating the resort, it's improving upon his cooking skills that Jubei instilled in him. ] Maybe a medium pizza and we can share it with the rest of our order.
[ Frankly, he never really cared to count his calories. He ate relatively healthy with a diet high in protein, but he fought and trained so rigorously that what he ate really didn't count. When Weiss insists that she wants to try whatever he has, all he does is smile back at her, knowingly.
He may have never had a girlfriend before, but he knows the vibes. asfdjkl][ "Miss Schnee, your table is ready."
Ragna perks up around the same time that Weiss does, blinking to her before they're lead in by the waiter. Whilst the staff hang head over heels for the Queen and to an extent, her "plus one", patrons of the restaurant don't sneer at Ragna or anything. They just look away if he happens to glance in their general direction. Why should they give him any further attention? Most are whispering about the beauty and radiance of the Queen of Spades instead. Thankfully, they won't have to worry about prying eyes for much longer when they're lead to their own VR-enhanced dining room.
One that throws him for a loop because at first, he didn't register that this was all illusory. ]
What the...?
[ Their chairs are held out for them; Ragna included. And he's taken by surprise by that matter. Was it because he was here with Weiss? Was it all about the hierarchy? Either way, he decides to rear back on that train of thought to focus on just enjoying his time in with Weiss. Almost mirroring her, speaking of... ]
Oh, uh, thank you.
[ :'D;;;? Standing alone with the former heiress in the face of a beautiful beachside and a table awaiting them where no sea breeze would bother them, he can definitely feel the pressure building. But then,
"Sorry," ]
Huh? What for? [ Ragna shakes his head dismissively to her apology. He was just...more surprised than anything. It would have been worse if there were others around to watch them. But for all intents and purposes, it really does feel like they're no longer at the Golden Peacock. ] You didn't do anything wrong.
[ Though...now he feels a little overdressed in contrast to Weiss now. Especially for a beautiful oceanside table. So he starts to remove his red jacket with the conveniently located coat hanger situated off to the side for their exclusive use. A couple of accessory belts later and he's down to his thinner black ensemble from top to bottom. ]
Sheesh. It really does feel like a date now...