Al-Farabi ; Wednesday Evening

[necroslacker]

So, it was date night. And since it was Sam's idea, he'd picked the spot after getting some help with the language and the things offered from the hotel staff. And after some discussion, Sam had picked a small place that was both a place to eat, a place to look at art and a place to buy music. He thought it'd be Natalie's heaven and he figured he could enjoy it as well through her eyes.

He'd gotten himself dressed, told her minimal details about the place and was now standing outside the building with her hand in his hand. He still couldn't read the language so he glanced at her said, "You know enough to read any of this yet?"

Hopefully that meant she'd help him not order something with meat in it. Or something else just as gross.

[NFB and for zee girl]

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[necroslacker]

"And how do you know something won't happen that won't be like a fluke or something where you give me a black eye?" Sam wondered jokingly.

[whenshewasnice]

"My stats for moving gracefully are too high."

So there.

[necroslacker]

"You have stats for that?" Sam asked, sounding amused. "Really?"

[whenshewasnice]

Shrug. "There are stats for most things." It was another one of those things that just... were.

[necroslacker]

"Yeah?" Sam leaned back and stretched out legs in both an attempt to get more comfortable and to see if he could find her legs to play a little footsie. "What's the last bit of stat padding I did?"

[whenshewasnice]

He'd probably have to really reach, though. Natalie sat neatly, for lack of a better word. The soles of her shoes pressed flat against the floor, neither under her chair noor far from it.

But then it wasn't a huge table, either.

And she could tease over it. "That's classified information."

[necroslacker]

"And why's that?" Sam asked, trying to use his height to reach and actually nudge her shin with his foot. "I think I should be pretty privy to classified information. Think we're close enough now."

[whenshewasnice]

"There's been plenty mentions of how I keep stuff to myself already," Natalie pointed out. While moving her leg forward a bit to give his foot a nudge back. "This could be one of those."

[necroslacker]

"You've told me about your stats before," Sam said, sliding his foot along her leg now that he'd found it. "What's so different about right now?"

[whenshewasnice]

"Specifics?" she offered, with a little smile that was not directed at his words. "You're privy to some but not all."

[necroslacker]

"I don't agree," Sam said and stroked his foot against her leg gently. "You've given me specifics before. You're being contradictory."

[whenshewasnice]

"Different specifics, Sam," she retorted with a little sigh. "It's not contradiction, it's just specifics being different."

[necroslacker]

"I think you're just being difficult," he told her, keeping his foot moving against her leg. "I'm almost positive of it."

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie just shrugged, like she didn't know about that. Or care. Either or.

She shifted her leg a bit, though not out of his reach. The opposite, actually.

[necroslacker]

"You taking the fifth or something?" Sam asked, moving his leg up closer to her knee (but keeping away from the sensitive area behind it).

[whenshewasnice]

It was good that he did, because Natalie might've kicked him if he'd tried to make her cause any kind of a scene in public.

"I don't know what that means."

Since she was an oblivious Canadian.

[necroslacker]

"That's surprising," Sam said and slowly pulled his foot away, letting it rest back on the floor. He smiled at her. "Thought you'd have studied that."

[whenshewasnice]

Another shrug. "Maybe it was while I was feeling anti-American."

Well, anti-US. For taking away her best friend.

"Something to do with the constitution, right?"

[necroslacker]

"I'm American," Sam pointed out, leaning back in his seat. "Feeling anti me too?"

[whenshewasnice]

"I didn't know you back then," she pointed out, quite reasonably. "Past tense, Samhain."

[necroslacker]

"And what made you so anti American?" Sam wondered curiously. "Kinda judgmental to just hate a whole population."

[whenshewasnice]

"Country," Natalie corrected mildly. "I hated the country and what it stood for, not the population."

She hadn't given a rat's ass about the population, to be honest. Not past the Ingrams.

[necroslacker]

"What it stood for?" Sam asked, still curious. "What does it stand for?"

[whenshewasnice]

"You really have a problem with keeping to the right tense, don't you?" She glanced away, lifted a shoulder in a slight shrug. "Todd and his parents moved to the States."

She knew it was risky to bring that up, but at least he couldn't accuse her of shutting down on him, this time.

[necroslacker]

"Ah." Well, he was going to try and not get bent out of shape about this. Try. He got a bit of a break when the waiter brought their food over finally and they had to get that situated first.

"So." He took a sip of his drink. "What changed your mind?"