Re: [restaurant; ren & hannah]
Hannah didn't really want to live on the moors. The heathered wilderness that appealed to her so much on paper wasn't something she wanted for real. It would be strange, wouldn't it, for a mecha girl to want to live without electricity and to subsist on the power of love and anguish. But she liked the moments of it, the snatched conversations had about those simpler times. She like wishing for things she didn't actually want. So, she curtsied.
"We can have a moment of silence to remember the first tempura veggies and shrimp," she suggested, her smile an open thing of sunbeams in this eclectic little space. She turned her head and looked around, arm on the back of the booth so she could twist her body, and then she looked at Ren again. "This place is very you, but kind of not. It's not as dark as I think you maybe can be, but it's made up of all kinds of disparate things. And I like spicy things, I think. I haven't tried many." She hadn't, well, not for herself, anyway. "I can be very old-fashioned and tell you to pick for me, but only if you won't think me not a feminist as a result."
He reached for his water, and she watched his fingers on condensation-dotted glass. "A theater." She said the words thoughtfully, letting them sink and settle in the silt of her gears. "I think that's a wonderful idea. How would you do it? Oh! There's that huge abandoned roadhouse. It was being used as a gym, so they gutted it out and it's really, really big. It might be for sale or rent."