Re: [restaurant; ren & hannah]
"I know I can call on you if I need anything, and I know you'll white knight in and save me." She wasn't saying it ironically, and that was evident in her expression when she looked at him across the table. There was no sentiment hidden that wasn't present on her features. She trusted him. She liked him. And she didn't care if he knew. There was no demurring at all, and she tipped her head and looked him with intense cornflower eyes. "You know you can tell me anything, right? And ask me for help with anything, always." She didn't know his secrets, but she knew everyone had them, secrets, and his would burst from their cage and into the daylight eventually. She wanted him to know she wasn't going anywhere when it happened.
Like a little mime, a mimic, a copier of things, she watched him scoop food onto his plate, and she did the same with hers. A little here, a little here, and then she nibbled as he talked about talking. "It's always easier to talk about things we've done. They're related, but they aren't the same." Which he knew, and which she knew he knew. "I do it too. It's really easy for me to tell people that, 'hi, I was born in Florida and I got married after college, and then I went to New York after my marriage ended, and I serve really bad coffee to scientists.' It's all true, but none of it's really me. It's not any of the things that matter."
But the game was a good idea. Simple and something she would've never considered, and she didn't think Amy had ever played games like that. The sorority girl that Hannah had never been, Amy had been all about different types of games and different types of dinners. "The Swiss Alps seem cold, so I'm going to say that's the lie. I think you're talented enough to submit a winning script, and you don't talk about your family much, so I'm going to guess the last one is true." She narrowed her eyes a little, thoughtful, and like she was trying to figure him out overtop the vegetables. "I think. Am I wrong?"