Saul's been here a handful of times and has never been disappointed with the food, but the atmosphere of the place is what had him choose this over all other options: it's difficult for him to get the seemingly ever-present chill out of his system even on the days where he sleeps in under the pile of blankets on his bed, but something about the soft glow in here makes him at least forget it for a little while.
He thought Effie might appreciate that — he just hopes it works for her as well as it works for him.
The other draw of this place was — and is — the much higher than usual Transport-to-Exile population frequenting it. On the off chance Effie might somehow wind up looking the way she did when they met, Saul figured this would be safer for both of them. At least he got something right.
It's not long at all before they're led to a table, and Saul would have pulled the chair out for her like the gentleman he's trying to appear to be, but the waiter beats him to it.
no subject
[Not awful.
He'll take it.
Saul's been here a handful of times and has never been disappointed with the food, but the atmosphere of the place is what had him choose this over all other options: it's difficult for him to get the seemingly ever-present chill out of his system even on the days where he sleeps in under the pile of blankets on his bed, but something about the soft glow in here makes him at least forget it for a little while.
He thought Effie might appreciate that — he just hopes it works for her as well as it works for him.
The other draw of this place was — and is — the much higher than usual Transport-to-Exile population frequenting it. On the off chance Effie might somehow wind up looking the way she did when they met, Saul figured this would be safer for both of them. At least he got something right.
It's not long at all before they're led to a table, and Saul would have pulled the chair out for her like the gentleman he's trying to appear to be, but the waiter beats him to it.
Hmph.]