[a little chuckle at that, his head leaning to Rider’s arm]
Well, I shall try everything once, if I can. Though perhaps not all in one sitting...
[that, he might not be able to manage, even a bite at a time. There are baked goods first, arranged neatly in rows, then a series of dishes under heat lamps. Strange, to have so many choices laid out before him...]
...it was easier on the station, I must confess. There I can simply ask for a dish by name...
Oh? What if you do not know the name of the dish? How do you ask for it then?
[How do you try new things if you don't even know what they are? That's what he would like to know. Especially since most dishes are brand new to him. Especially in this modern age.
I can ask recommendations, of course... I simply find I get too spoilt for choice with everything set out in front of me.
[even nearly a year after waking, he is still getting used to making his own decisions - partly due to his life before, partly due to their being a limited selection anyway, in his own world. It is one thing, when there are only a couple of options, but when a multitude of choices are laid before him... it simply gets dizzying.]
I am still learning things. Foreign foods, strange fruits...
Bah! You deserve to be spoiled. So for our date I will spoil you thoroughly.
[Which means by the time they are sat down they have a near mountain of food to go through. Luckily, Iskandar can eat all of this so it won't actually go to waste. Which is a relief since he doesn't want to see that happen.
Patting his knee, he grins, inviting Linneus to sit on him.]
[And of course he laughs when he gets asked if he's sure. So he reaches out to take Linneus' hand in his own, pressing a kiss to his knuckles.]
Know this. I always say and do what I mean and I am always sure before I do anything. You will never need to wonder if I am unsure of anything, I give you my word.
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[And he quite likes to have that arm around his rather than holding hands actually. It feels even more like a romantic encounter this way!]
Let's start over here and take a little bit of everything. Whatever you do not eat I will. Never worry.
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Well, I shall try everything once, if I can. Though perhaps not all in one sitting...
[that, he might not be able to manage, even a bite at a time. There are baked goods first, arranged neatly in rows, then a series of dishes under heat lamps. Strange, to have so many choices laid out before him...]
...it was easier on the station, I must confess. There I can simply ask for a dish by name...
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[How do you try new things if you don't even know what they are? That's what he would like to know. Especially since most dishes are brand new to him. Especially in this modern age.
Or whatever time period this place is.]
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[even nearly a year after waking, he is still getting used to making his own decisions - partly due to his life before, partly due to their being a limited selection anyway, in his own world. It is one thing, when there are only a couple of options, but when a multitude of choices are laid before him... it simply gets dizzying.]
I am still learning things. Foreign foods, strange fruits...
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[Which means by the time they are sat down they have a near mountain of food to go through. Luckily, Iskandar can eat all of this so it won't actually go to waste. Which is a relief since he doesn't want to see that happen.
Patting his knee, he grins, inviting Linneus to sit on him.]
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You understand I shan’t be able to manage this...?
[just so they’re clear, though there is a light chuckle as Iskandar indicates his knee]
You’re quite sure?
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[And of course he laughs when he gets asked if he's sure. So he reaches out to take Linneus' hand in his own, pressing a kiss to his knuckles.]
Know this. I always say and do what I mean and I am always sure before I do anything. You will never need to wonder if I am unsure of anything, I give you my word.
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[the chuckle turning a little shy with that kiss]
I am rarely certain...
[another thing to be a little envious of - or to admire]
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[Which he will start now.]
Would you like to sit here on my lap?
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Yes.
[so long as Rider is happy to have him there; he will contentedly settle himself on the man’s knee.]
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With his fingers, of course. Should he be using a fork? Apparently he's forgotten.]
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[...by hand? well, it's a little surprising but Linneus can follow along well enough, opening his mouth obediently. What is this...?]