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Trian nodded. "Yeah. Going back to your place sounds nice. But as long as we're still here, let's make our last night a special one. I mean, not just sex, something romantic."
"How about a fancy restaurant?"
"Yeah. Wine n' dine, then back to the hotel for some special sex."
"Sounds like a plan."
"Where should we go?" Trian asked. "Someplace... Mmm, I dunno, what's a romantic restaurant like for humans?"
"FRench or Italian seems to be the go-to for romance."
"I don't think I've tried French food yet." Trian said.
"French it is."
Once night fell, the two found a nice French restaurant to eat at. "Swanky indeed." Trian said as they took their seats.
"I think fancy is a better word," Jeremy chuckled.
"Doesn't swanky mean fancy?"
Jeremy shrugged. "Let's just figure out what we're eating."
The two ordered, and then just sat there as they waited for their food and their drinks. Trian started gently kicking Jeremy's foot under the table.
"Can I help you?" Jeremy teased.
"I don't know. Think you can?"
"Depends on what it is."
"Oh I think you know." Trian said with a smile.
JEremy chuckled. "WE'll have to wait until we're back in the room."
"Almost a pity, that."
"Almost?"