Class and charm. That was all he required from the establishments he frequented. In a place like this, it was a mercy that any upscale dining existed at all; he could, he supposed, forgive the fact that the food tasted somewhat akin to the posterboard he had purchased for his drone son's science project the other day.
Noting the state of his companion's glass, Grimsley dexterously sweeps it away from her plate, refilling the wine with perfect poise.
"Enjoying your luncheon, my dear?"
With a toss of her mane, the unicorn preceded her response with a sophisticated laugh.
"Oh, quite. The spring salad is simply fabulous; certainly freshly-picked. I couldn't ask for a more exquisite meal."
"Charmed to hear it." He replaces the cup and leans back, his own glass to his lips. "We must do this more often."
"I couldn't agree more." Her smile wavers, though, an expression caught by his keen eye. Seeing his eyebrow raise, the unicorn's smile falters even further. "Simply... love -- Oh, it's just no good, Mr. Grimsley! It's not the same at all. There's no refinement to be found in this horrid place; none whatsoever."
Grimsley's eyebrow raises even further as he half-stands. "Then, perhaps, I ought to -- "
"No, no. Stay. ...I'll take a pretense over nothing at all. Do stay."
A few quiet moments pass before he nods; seating himself again, he offers the bottle to her once again. A gracious smile and a nod. ...And the low hum of the restaurant overtakes their quiet conversation once again.
Grimsley/Rarity | Gyakuten Orchestra: Kurain Genealogy | Music Meme 9/24/11
Noting the state of his companion's glass, Grimsley dexterously sweeps it away from her plate, refilling the wine with perfect poise.
"Enjoying your luncheon, my dear?"
With a toss of her mane, the unicorn preceded her response with a sophisticated laugh.
"Oh, quite. The spring salad is simply fabulous; certainly freshly-picked. I couldn't ask for a more exquisite meal."
"Charmed to hear it." He replaces the cup and leans back, his own glass to his lips. "We must do this more often."
"I couldn't agree more." Her smile wavers, though, an expression caught by his keen eye. Seeing his eyebrow raise, the unicorn's smile falters even further. "Simply... love -- Oh, it's just no good, Mr. Grimsley! It's not the same at all. There's no refinement to be found in this horrid place; none whatsoever."
Grimsley's eyebrow raises even further as he half-stands. "Then, perhaps, I ought to -- "
"No, no. Stay. ...I'll take a pretense over nothing at all. Do stay."
A few quiet moments pass before he nods; seating himself again, he offers the bottle to her once again. A gracious smile and a nod. ...And the low hum of the restaurant overtakes their quiet conversation once again.