( He should have known, when talk of the establishment stokes without simmer, when the restaurant's name lingered on all lips — it would not go as planned. But then their choices whittled and emaciated, and they yet lack the permanence of accommodations that might allow them to attend to their own meals.
A tavern it is. This one, Allison polite and an infinitely more pleasant visage behind him, when they are taken for a wedded pair and afforded a secluded table, at once. Will they be wanting the especial menu? Perhaps low candles and a whisper of romance? Certainly, this fledgling hospitality did not extend to sparing them the eccentric perks of the establishment, communicated after they partake of a clear, starting broth, to cleanse their palates.
You have been poisoned. At first, slow to sense any impairment, Lan Wangji distrusts the pronouncement; then, the core that filters and fuels his energies churns, hard at work, and he steals a glance Alison's way, considering.
The server pledges to bring back their dishes — and the antidotes, housed deep within. He thinks, more fool he, as the dumplings come, to stab the hand that delivers them with a gentle, staggered thud on the table.
He murmurs, in the wake of things: )
Innocent patrons dine here. We should not raze them down. ( ...a reminder more to himself, than to Allison. )
master gao's establishment of dubious delights...!
( He should have known, when talk of the establishment stokes without simmer, when the restaurant's name lingered on all lips — it would not go as planned. But then their choices whittled and emaciated, and they yet lack the permanence of accommodations that might allow them to attend to their own meals.
A tavern it is. This one, Allison polite and an infinitely more pleasant visage behind him, when they are taken for a wedded pair and afforded a secluded table, at once. Will they be wanting the especial menu? Perhaps low candles and a whisper of romance? Certainly, this fledgling hospitality did not extend to sparing them the eccentric perks of the establishment, communicated after they partake of a clear, starting broth, to cleanse their palates.
You have been poisoned. At first, slow to sense any impairment, Lan Wangji distrusts the pronouncement; then, the core that filters and fuels his energies churns, hard at work, and he steals a glance Alison's way, considering.
The server pledges to bring back their dishes — and the antidotes, housed deep within. He thinks, more fool he, as the dumplings come, to stab the hand that delivers them with a gentle, staggered thud on the table.
He murmurs, in the wake of things: )
Innocent patrons dine here. We should not raze them down. ( ...a reminder more to himself, than to Allison. )