Leto pushed her glasses up her nose as she entered the grand restaurant, and looked around for Noah. She had agreed to sit with him, but the idea still made her a bit uneasy. Regardless of what was said, it had felt like a date, and she was entirely unprepared for that. When the captain made his speech she stood and applauded politely, before returning to her search for her table. She wore a deep blue draped, v-neck dress, and had pulled her hair away from her face. Being in Mommy Mode for so long, she'd almost forgotten how to dress up.
Noah had seen Leto as soon as she entered the restaurant. She looked really nervous, so he didn't immediately call her over. Once the captain gave his speech, Noah stood up and smoothed his black dress pants. He had on a light blue button down shirt that brought out the blueness of his eyes. When she caught his eye, he smiled and waved her over.
Leto smiled and waved back, heading over to his table. "Nice speech, hm?" She loved all of the mythology references. It reminded her so much of her mother. "You clean up well!"
Noah's smile stretched even wider as he looked her up and down, politely of course. "As do you. You look fantastic." He quickly stood up and held her chair out of her, ever the gentleman.
"Thanks," Leto replied, taking her seat and folding her napkin across her lap. "I'm used to Mommy clothes." She hoped Levon would be okay with his baby-sitter for the evening. She hated leaving him, but the ship insisted he'd be safe. And there were other children there for him to play with.
Noah returned to his seat and looked at her with an understanding expression. "I bet it's hard for you to leave Levon, huh?" He patted her arm sympathetically. "You need a night out to yourself every now and then. Just enjoy it. As soon as dinner is over, we can go spring him from the baby-sitter," Noah suggested with a wink.
"I just hate leaving him with strangers." she explained. "Leaving him with a sitter is one thing - and he has day care when I work, but I didn't exactly get to interview these people first. I just keep telling myself they're professionals and he'll be fine. He was playing just fine when I left him."
"I'm sure he's fine," Noah reassured her. "Besides, they know where you are and they can come get you quickly if need be." Noah had always wondered if worrying was a gene that sprouted up when a woman became pregnant. His own mother was almost overbearing at times with her worrying.
Trying to subtly change the subject, Noah looked over the small menu. "Anything look good to you?" There were only a few suggestions, as the chef was preparing for a very large crowd.
"I'm not a picky eater - I'm a mom," Leto said, smirking faintly to herself as she looked over the menu. "Between work and Mommy duty I don't tend to eat very well." But she might as well go for the pasta now, while Levon wasn't around to try and play with it.
Noah glanced at her over his menu, thinking that she looked pretty damn good for not eating well. Decidedly NOT saying that, Noah did say, "I think I'm going to get the steak. You wouldn't believe how good steak is after a year of MREs," he laughed.
Leto grinned up at him, trying to take a guess at what that would be like. She failed. "I suppose I could compare it to hospital food, but that would probably just be insulting." she wagered.