Re: Panacea | 4-15-2020 | Evening
At the point Eva took the cherry tomato from the salad and placed in between her teeth, Forge decided it was time to make his exit. He'd served the purpose Eva had planned for him, permission to delve had been given. And now his daughter had said something cheeky and obviously meant to incite a response from the librarian. Not understanding the reference, and not caring to, Forge moved away from the table and stood. "It's all good," he said of the menu which Eva had volunteered him to comment on. "It's like Mexican, same four ingredients in a different order," Jon added then turned to his daughter. "I've got an early morning," he said by way of an apology for leaving. "I'm taking a bottle of wine on my way out and putting it on your tab," Forge informed her when to bent at the waist to kiss the top of her forehead. "We'll be in touch," Jon then said to Nate as he passed his chair toward the exit. Jon wanted to insure the newcomer that he didn't intend on simply disappearing for this process. And besides, he had an extensive background check to do once he returned to the manor.
Nathaniel nodded toward Eva's father when he'd made his exit. Forge's final words certainly sounded ominous to Nate, but they were less antagonistic than Nathaniel had expected. Now, as for Jon's daughter. "Parmesan roasted potatoes, then," Nathaniel said to waiter without taking his eyes from Eva. "But I wouldn't know about their potatoes in Idaho," he started with a smirk of his own. "I grew up in Iowa," Nathaniel corrected, knowing she hadn't made a mistake. "On a cattle ranch," Nathaniel informed her both as a counter to the potato talk and a comment on her vegetarianism. "Which actually effected my diet throughout my life. I rarely felt comfortable eating what could have been my friends," Nathaniel said of his childhood and old life. "A stance I have relaxed a bit in adulthood," Nathaniel added and took one of the chilled salad bowls. "Salad," he offered, his other hand on the tongs.