Depends on the night. I preferred to avoid bar fights and prioritized the other two. You'd have liked it, I expect. [Vander had spent a long time trying to build up the community with The Last Drop being part of the central hub. Some would call it his stronghold of power, but he hadn't seen it that way.] Ah well, food quality is never something I can complain about. Something better than nothing.

[He too was disinclined to share details of growing up hard and growing up fast on the streets. Food was food, and he had learned to value it as he grew. He had been fortunate being a kid that grew up tall and could wade in to compete for the meals. Others weren't so fortunate. That of course was a topic that would squander the mood of their little date, and he couldn't have that. The whole point was a few hours of escapism with each other.]

It's like any skill, Maria. The more you practice, the more you become proficient. I'd recommend once or twice a week at minimum, but you can also practice on your own or with your friends too. [He could teach the skill, but it was up to her to dedicate the time for it. Or maybe she would use the excuse for more practice to see him. That would be nice.] And I never doubted I was a lucky man where you're involved.

[He shrugged his shoulders, reaching out so she could see his movements and pull back if she wanted to. If she didn't, he'd absolutely caress some hair back to tuck behind her ear.] Do I look worried? I recall the deal. There's still time for us to find something for ourselves. This place is spoiling with opportunities after all.

[He'd fail. Vander intended to on purpose. He suspected Maria might as well.]