Adrian nodded in agreement, "Of course - and they can even keep them all in my lab, so as not to 'stink up' your place," he said, thinking back on when they'd met again. But then he was shaking his head, "Of course, I won't. I don't do puddle, remember?" He gave her a grin and opened the door of the restaurant for her.
It was a family-owned place he'd found by accident not long after moving to Monument Alley during the rebuild. When they'd been seated at a small table in a dimly lit corner, he said, "I'll tell Sera you say hello but you know I hate to bring you up to them, they don't seem to understand the phrase, 'she's just a friend'." He rolled his eyes and thought about the last time he'd spoken to his mother, who was perfectly content spending her life as a wealthy wife and mother (soon to be grandmother, she was ecstatic) and very much wanted the same sort of bride for Adrian. Any bride would due, though.