Re: Panacea | 4-15-2020 | Evening
Her ears physically twitched at Nate's rebuttal, thankfully hidden under her mass of hair. Zap's eyelids drooped to halfway, eyeballing the man across from her with an amused appreciation for his willingness to follow her down the path she'd chosen.
"...immediately." Oh, her staff would love that. Still, Eva's eyebrows rose in surrender and agreement. Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end. Seneca. Also Semisonic. And checking his references was the very beginning of this new endeavor. She hoped Thor would have a moment or two for her in the morning.
"Pasta primavera," she said immediately. "I'm a vegetarian, by the way." She smirked, then glanced to Forge. "My papá is probably a better judge, where your tastes are concerned." Mentally, she summoned the waiter back via online takeout ordering kiosk behind the front desk. "Their parmesan roasted potatoes are excellent. Do they make them that way in Idaho often?" she asked, doing all she could to not smirk.
The server came, with more wine of all varieties, a salad and a leaflet pad ready to jot down their desires. "Stuffed shells, small portion," she requested with a smile. Then, she plucked a cherry tomato from the salad and slowly bit it in two while attempting purposeful eye contact with Nathaniel.