Los Angeles, Sunday Afternoon

[gunslingerpose]

There were some things that were worth blowing off sleep and paperwork for, if you asked Nikolai. One of those things, as fate would have it? Would be island weirdness that actually worked in somebody's favor, for a change. Allie had called him earlier, and he'd suggested she come to a place that actually had decent weather instead of hanging around the freaking island in Febraury, and then there had been eating actual food, and hanging out in the sunshine.

... Well, okay, it was sort of a cloudy day. But it was still warm comparatively, and there was a lot more of LA to take in during the daylight hours than there was of Fandom. It had seemed like a win to Nick and Allie, anyway.

"So," Nick mused, tucking his wallet away after paying for their meals, "where to next? I figure the afternoon is still pretty young, we can take in as much as we can on the bike, or go somewhere for dessert, or check out the beaches or something?"

Options. Never let it be said Nikolai didn't offer a lady options during her day in the - literal - sun.

[OOC: Expecting the one! NFB for distance, obviously!]

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[gunslingerpose]

"Aw, c'mon," Nick chuckled, "you don't have to worry about that too much. I can handle your weight if your knees decide 'to hell with it.'"

All of that weight-lifting he did had to pay off somehow, right?

"At least it's not a long way to go." He opened the bathroom door, gave a nearby waiter a little nod, and then pointed to the back of the room with his free hand. "One out of the sun, please. We're having a hard day."

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"It was a good day though," Allie said, once they'd settled at quiet table in the corner. "Thanks for that."

[gunslingerpose]

"Hey, how often does the chance come up, right? I wasn't going to let the opportunity pass us by. Shitty the island decided the middle of the afternoon was a good time to end it, though."

He reached for a napkin, and started idly twisting it between his fingers for something to do with his hands.

"Next time, I'll come to you, how's that sound? Then at least you wouldn't be far from some safe place to take it easy if it catches us by surprise again."

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"It's probably going to be a while before this happens again. If ever," she shrugged. "Instead we'll have to deal with gender swapping, turning into little kids, or having weird potential future kids visit us."

[gunslingerpose]

"No clue what the hell I'd do with a potential future kid," Nick admitted, "but I guess I could feed you spaghetti again the next time you go little kid on us."

She'd been adorable.

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And he'd been wonderful to tiny waif Allie. "We're going to have to make sure Gunther has your number so he can call you if tiny me turns up looking for another meal."

[gunslingerpose]

"Really, what I need is some kind of automated calling system to let me know when shit gets extra fucked-up on the island, so I can show up with food, zip-ties, or a camera, whichever seems most relevant to the situation."

Nick smirked a little.

"In the meantime, yeah, leaving a number for Gunther would work too."