Aspel/Ari/Drake - 4:45PM along the main street.
Okay, maybe winning the flan and losing to Aspel hadn't been a waste of time. Ari seemed genuinely delighted by the stuffed monstrosity that had taken him far too long to win, and he smiled at her fondly. "You're welcome, sweetheart." Her arm looped through his a moment later, and then they were on the move. "And I wouldn't want to be the third wheel on your very lovely date," he said lightly.
It was starting to get late, and he knew he should be hungry, but he wasn't. His eating schedule had gone to hell. Fortunately, when he remembered to eat, it was generally healthy, but that didn't excuse the fact that he got maybe one good meal a day. "How about something light? Like salad."