"Nah, I wouldn't want to add anything to it that would cover up the marinade," Grant says, pulling out his chair again, taking a seat as she comes out with the sandwiches. They smell mouth-wateringly delicious. Expecting her to sit down across from him once more, Grant's rather surprised as the Tamaranean dashed back toward the kitchen, clutching a bottle of salad dressing upon her return. "Hey, no, it's fine. Honestly," he says, watching as she returns to the table. "Thank you for doing this, Mar'i."
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Date: 2006-12-24 02:46 am (UTC)