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[ nikola arrives later as well, helen in proverbial tow, but he abandons her side once they're through the door, heading up to the counter to order himself a glass of their most expensive claret. he spends a few utterly boring moments standing there, nursing his drink, before his eyes catch sight of a rather familiar face. boredom: cured.
he drops himself into the chair across from her and sets his glass down, reaching across the table to snatch a fry off her plate. ] Ironic, isn't it? Something that originated in Belgium, dubbed French. But, I suppose "Belgian Fries" just doesn't have that certain je ne sais quoi.