Dinner Date

Summary:
October 24,2014: Time for Rowan to experience the delights of Surfacer foods

New York City


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Rowan has arrived at a rather nice steak place, recommended by Babs. It took a bit of research to find out what to wear. Adaptive clothing helps greatly in that regard. Apparently some forms of dress are not appropriate for dinner. Who knew? The blue is still not used to such social niceties, but Babs has been nice and he wants to act (and dress) appropriately so as not to embarrass her.

***

Babs arrives at the agreed restaurant just on time. How she actually travelled from Gotham to New York is really no ones business but her own for now.

Babs too has dressed for the occassion. Tonight she's wearing a red dress, with spaghetti string straps, that contrasts nicely with her hair and skin tone and potentially shows a little more skin than usual. In deference to the cold, Babs has a shawl draped over her shoulders to get her from the car to the restaurant. She's decided to put her hair up tonight, in an elegant chignon and rather than casual windblown look Rowan is used to, it will be quite sleek.

Entering the restaurant, Babs smiles Rowan as she sees him. "Thank you for meeting me, Rowan" she murmurs whilst handing her shawl over to the greeter (maitre d is probably too stronger a term for this place, regardless of how nice it is). "Reservation for 2, Ms Gordon" she says quietly.

***

Rowan half bows when Babs arrives, a gesture that is intented to be a polite greeting, and is among his kind. "Babs. You look nice tonight." He's from another world, not a heel. His own clothing is a blue colored button up, tie, dark slacks and a 'sports coat'. All thanks to adaptive clothing. Whew. He'd not know where to begin looking for it all. As they're seated he looks around, clearly impressed and not used to even this leven of elegance in an eatery.

***

Positioning herself at the table, her handbag positioned so she can easily access it if required, Babs looks at Rowan. "Thank you. You look nice too" and a small smile touches her lips. As the menus are distributed, Babs asks "Would you like a drink, Rowan?" she's judged by his look that she's probably going to have coach him through most of the niceties.

***

"I would. I've had a chance to sample several but most of these are unfamiliar. Do you suggest anything?" Rowan's not going to go thorugh his difficulties right now, or at least his initial difficulties - in parsing the difference between 'hard' and 'soft' drinks. "I'm afraid I'll have to ask for similar advice about the food too." He smiles apologetically.

***

Nodding, Babs turns to the waitstaff "Two Ginger Ales please."and returning her attention to Rowan with a slight smile "This is what we call a soft dry. Soft meaning it has no alcohol, intoxicants. I hope you like it, it's one of my favourites." Watching him for a few minutes "I invited you to dinner so you could sample some surfacer food, I don't expect that you'll be able to order just yet but I do have a plan."

***

"In that case…" Rowan chuckles. "I shall trust in your plan." He takes another look around and then settles a bit. "So many people here. Is it a common passtime, eating in places like this? I haven't seen this kind of luxury… er… ever." Which is true even if his definition of luxury is odd.

***

Glancing around the restaurant herself, Babs smiles faintly. "I suppose it is. Dining out with company is a very pleasurable experience and we seem to have really taken to it." As she's talking, their drinks arrive and are placed in front of them. "Drink it slowly and if you don't like it, that's ok, just say so." She takes a small sip of her drink and puts the glass down.

***

Rowan does, sipping it. "Mmmm. Tangy… tart… bubbly…" He sips again. "Mmmm. I like this." He's easy to please. "I really do appreciate you taking the time to do this for… well, a relative stranger." Another sip of ginger ale. "May I ask a bit about you? Whatever you care to share. I realize I know little about you."

***

Babs laughs. "It's not unusual for relative strangers to have dinner together to get to know each other better. In fact, if both parties agree, there are often more dinner and lunch …. um …. meetings to further the relationship. It's a very surfacer custom, Rowan." As the waitstaff approach again, Babs murmurs the order to them. It helps that she has phoned ahead and organised this part of the meal. "I've organised a series of different things for you to try, Rowan. Small amounts of a few things. This is not usual, but I thought it would be better if you could get a wider range of things earlier." Babs shrugs.

Taking a breath, Babs looks at Rowan and considers. "What to tell you…. I'm 29 and I'ved in Gotham since I was about 13. My father, adopted father really, was the Police captain of Gotham until he retired." Babs leave the story there as she smiles at Rowan.

***

Rowan nods with a smile. "That sounds rather sensible." He listens intently, noding carefully. "Police. In this world, police are civilians are they not?" In Rowans the police authorities and the military authorities are one and the same. A situation not uncommon on this earth either, just not in the first world.

***

Babs tilts her head at the question "Yes, Police are civilians. They aren't part of the military." And their food starts arriving. Babs has ordered samplings of Beef, Pork and Lamb, as well as an assortment of fresh vegetables lightly steamed. "Are you ready to give this a go, Rowan?"

***

"Yes…" He picks up the fork which he is vaugely familiar with and the spoon… which he is not… and looks questioningly at Babs. "Er… I imagine this may be a bit on the basic side but, I think I'll just watch you do this for a moment…"

The Blue has used a lot of things in the past but dinnerwear is not on that list of things. Well, generally. Forks he's used because occasionally you want one. Spoon? No one eats soup underwater.

***

"Relax, it's not that hard and I've ordered food that easy to eat." Babs then demonstrates how to serve the food onto a plate and then the correct use of a Knife and a Fork. Pausing in her own meal, she puts her knife and fork on the edge of the plate and watches Rowan eat.

***

Eat Rowan does. He eats slowly, taking time to enjoy the flavors. He seems to enjoy savory and mildly spicy foods, but all of it is rather new and wonderouos to him. Professional level cooking techniques are simply not a thing he's ever been exposed to and for a time most of his questions are what a food is called or how it has been prepared. After at last he has sampled a number of dishes he leans back with a smile on his face regarding his companion.

"So which are your favorites?"

***

Babs finishes her meal about the same time as Rowan. Dabbing her mouth with the napkin, she looks up and smiles "I like the lamb best, it's always been my favourite. But everything we tried tonight is something of a favourite of mine, that's why I ordered. What about you?"

***

"The steak was good." Rowan says. "The pork tenderloin also. And the various preparations of vegetable was surprising. I'd mostly eaten them raw. The Homo Magi Clans tended toward those that had medicinal value and could be easily found in the wild." So root veggies largely uncooked in any way.

"It was most kind of you to set this up. Will you permit me to compensate the restaurant while we talk?"

***

Smiling Babs sits back in her chair "You want to pay for dinner? There is no need to, this was my invitation and my treat. Thank you for offering though, perhaps if we do this again, you can pay next time." Babs smiles as she signals for the bill to be bought. Resting her arms on the table, she looks back to Rowan.

***

"I'd like to do this again, if it's something you'd also enjoy." Rowan says, relaxing with another of those ginger ales. Ginger, not being a root commonly found on the Eastern Seaboard in the wild is entirely new to him.

"So you are the daughter of a police captain. If that is anything like at all what it sounds like that sounds at once both very difficult and very rewarding. Though in my experience those two things often go hand in hand. Hard, though, when it's your family."

***

"If invited, I would like to do this again." Babs relaxes further. The bill is bought over and Babs takes a card from her purse and places it in the folder. Handing the folder to the waitstaff, she turns her attention back to her companion. "Being the daughter of the police captain is both challenging and rewarding. There were times that I hated he was the police captain but for the most part, it was wonderful."

***

Rowan nods. He remembers the children of high ranking officers saying the same. He can't remember who they were, but that's neither here nor there at the moment. "Well in that case let me invite you again." The Blue smiles. "Would you prefer the same place or another?" He guesses some people have favorite places but variety is a good thing, especially as it pretains to food.

***

"I would like to do something closer to home if that's ok." Babs gives a small smile. "and there are others things we can as well, rather than eat."

***

Rowan nods again. "I must confess to still being in the discovery phase of what surfacers do for recreation. But I imagine Gotham would be a fine place to meet again provided I steer clear of the landfill."

***

That comment earns Rowan a strange look. "Avoid landfill, Rowan? What do you mean?" shifting slightly to get more comfortable Babs continues "Surfacers are very good at entertaining themselves, we design all sorts of amusements."

***

"Had a… problem at the… place where the surfacers place all their waste. Landfill, I learned it was called." Rowan shrugs. "It got taken care of though with some help." The Blue leans back. "Well then, let us enjoy the night a bit and we shall do this again quite soon."


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