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Who: Jilly Coppercorn and Lindsey McDonald
What: A bit of relaxation and conversation
When: Late, Friday Night
Where: Music Room
Rating: PG, PG-13?

Jilly was sitting with her back against the piano, sketchbook balanced on her knee. As she worked, her eyes would flicker over to Lindsey where he sat, hands moving smoothly over the strings of his guitar. It was his hands she was trying to sketch, as if she could capture the music he was making in pencil. It was familiar... and relaxing. Music and art and company. If she could ask for anything, this is exactly what she would want.

After a minute, she'll pause and stretch. "You know, I like being busy... but I think I'll be happy when Barney finds a few more people to help at the Kat."

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"Let's hope it tastes as good as it smells."

She gave him a smile as they were led to a table.

The waiter held out the chair for Jilly, otherwise Lindsey would have himself. So instead he sat across from her and looked at the menu when it was handed to him.

"Since you had painted hair, I'm assuming you found time to paint today?"

"Mmm.. a little bit." Taking her own menu, she'll flip it open, eyes scanning the items there. "I love pencil and paper, but it's nice to get a chance to paint. There's just something about working in color, on a canvas... it's like I can get the thoughts out more clearly."

"Now do you ever just decide to paint by flinging the paint at the canvas and seeing what sticks?"

She laughed. "I can't say I do, usually. At least, not an entire painting."

"I just remember seeing this movie once where the artist would have the whole room covered in drop clothes and she would dip a brush into a paint can and then just swipe the brush across the air and fling the paint onto the canvas."

"I think Sakaki might get upset if I tried that. In the room, anyway."

"Could be something fun to do with the kids when you get the classes going. Though probably not something to do in that space. They'd probably have a ball."

He chuckled and looked over the menu some more.

In her head, there was suddenly the mental image of Yotsuba, covered in paint and flinging it in random directions. It was the kind of thing that was impossible not to giggle over. "You're right. They would. I think I'll have to try it some time." Heaven help them when they were all covered in paint... but that was half the fun, right?

Her eyes focused on her menu and she looked over the entrees for a moment before pausing. "Wow.... they all sound good. Or I'm just hungry. I'm not sure which."

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"Just make sure you get a hat and hide all that hair."

He nodded, deciding what he wanted pretty quickly and put it down. "No, it all sounds really good. We might have to just come back a few times to try it all."

"That works for me."

"For tonight, then...." Laying her menu flat on the table, she'll close her eyes and, after a pause, stab a finger down at it before opening one eye to peek at where she landed.

After blinking a minute, she laughed. "I have no idea how to even pronounce that, but it works for me. I like seafood."

Lindsey couldn't help it. He just started to laugh and hung his head before wiping at his eyes.

"Darlin', that was just too cute for words."

She gave him a slightly startled look. "....what did I do?"

"The whole closing your eyes and pointing at the menu..." He sobered up, but couldn't stop smiling.

She laughed. "Well, how else was I supposed to decide?"

"Start from the top and work down?" He grinned. "I'm don't know."

"A very worthy approach... but it's just so much more fun when it's unpredictable."

Setting the menu aside until their waiter came to get the order, she'll lean forward. "So, birthday boy... what have you been up to, today?"

"True. Very true."

He leaned forward as well to match her. "Nothing much. I've been very lazy today. Saving my energy for what you have planned."

Her hand dropped by his automatically, her thumb brushing his as she let it rest on the tablecloth.

"Well, hopefully it'll be enough, then. I'd hate to disappoint."

She would have continued, only then the waiter was there, pad poised to receive their order.

"You two ready, or do you need more time?"

"I don't think you have the ability to disappoint me, darlin'." He looked at their hand, then let his thumb run along the top of hers before looking up at the waiter.

"Yeah, I'm good. You?" He looked at Jilly, because women always ordered first, and then he'd put in his.

Her hand curled inside his. "I'm ready." Smiling up at the waiter, she'll point at the item she'd picked, still unsure how to say it. "I'll have... this one? And a coke, please."

Lindsey added his order so that the waiter could move onto the next table, then looked back at Jilly.

"So are you going to tell me what your evil plans are, or just keep me guessing?"

"Who said anything about evil? I've never been evil a day in my life. Except for that one time my sophomore year of college, but we aren't talking about that."

Her eyes glinted in the dim lighting, the corners crinkling as she grinned.

"Wait, you what... darlin' you can't drop something like that and not explain..."

She had him on the hook.

"The mystery makes it better, really."

She smiled, twisting her hand to give his a squeeze. "I'll be right back, alright?"

Picking up her sketchbook, she got up on her feet, stepping away from the table. "Just a minute."