[ There's a misstep here, where Aranea sees a smirk and hears little date and assumes amusement -- the comedy factor of her not knowing it was supposed to be a date, the fact that she's married, the way she'd been completely unprepared for meeting a nonhuman she wasn't supposed to jam her lance through and haul back to a lab, for a change. Not that she'd told Lantar about the lance thing (she might lack tact, but she's at least got a shred of common sense), but if she knows about the date then she probably knows exactly how romantic it wasn't, right?
She leans forward on the counter, pleased for the distraction. ]
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She leans forward on the counter, pleased for the distraction. ]
You know Lantar? I've never met anyone like him.