Dustfinger still longed for home, his feelings for Roxanne and the girls a gaping hole deep inside him. He hadn't kept track of the days, when he'd lived in Capricorn's village, because he hadn't wanted to know. But now, time seemed so much more important, and with Frankie looking like Roxanne's twin, he couldn't help but think of his lost family.
It was in him to kiss her, but he resisted. This was not the time or place. he'd offered dinner, and a walk in the park. He didn't want to scare her away, before they enjoyed those things.
"Are you in the mood for anything specific?" Modern foods were still a curiosity, to Dustfinger. He didn't often eat in restaurants, but ate from the garden he grew himself.