[She hates waste!!! And she's supposed to be taking care of the Meridians in lesser tiers than her!!! Ugh!
But it's not like Hayame expected the other woman to be soft and grateful about this. It's not like she would in her place. Their conversation is over, so it ends. They "slam the door" at almost the same time. It's not like Hayame wanted to gab about things while Nebula made her way over there anyway. They'd talk when she arrived, in person, like it was more proper.
Nebula might notice... that her appearance at the restaurant causes something of a commotion, though the proprietor seems a bit too shocked to act on it just yet, stunned still with hands over their mouth. Hayame isn't hard to find in the back garden seating, at least- she's the only one out there, her table piled high with plates full of food despite the fact that she has a large pile of dirty plates stacking up. She's eaten a lot so far already, a centaur could put away quite a large amount, but this was ridiculous.]
Greetings.
[She inclines her head and gestures to the empty chairs- there's options, beside or across from where she sits... kind of like a dog, on her haunches.]
You may help yourself.
[A small basket contains utensils. She's welcome to them. Perhaps it is best to let her get settled before showing her... That. And maybe if she just starts eating the restaurant staff won't come bustling over asking for drink orders or her food tastes. Maybe.]
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But it's not like Hayame expected the other woman to be soft and grateful about this. It's not like she would in her place. Their conversation is over, so it ends. They "slam the door" at almost the same time. It's not like Hayame wanted to gab about things while Nebula made her way over there anyway. They'd talk when she arrived, in person, like it was more proper.
Nebula might notice... that her appearance at the restaurant causes something of a commotion, though the proprietor seems a bit too shocked to act on it just yet, stunned still with hands over their mouth. Hayame isn't hard to find in the back garden seating, at least- she's the only one out there, her table piled high with plates full of food despite the fact that she has a large pile of dirty plates stacking up. She's eaten a lot so far already, a centaur could put away quite a large amount, but this was ridiculous.]
Greetings.
[She inclines her head and gestures to the empty chairs- there's options, beside or across from where she sits... kind of like a dog, on her haunches.]
You may help yourself.
[A small basket contains utensils. She's welcome to them. Perhaps it is best to let her get settled before showing her... That. And maybe if she just starts eating the restaurant staff won't come bustling over asking for drink orders or her food tastes. Maybe.]