"Well, this place is a real dive." Ariel stated as she sat down at the booth.
"One of the best dives in Princeton." He alisema as he sat across from her and lay his cane against the table.
She opened up a menu and began to scan for something to order. House merely watched her for a moment. He already knew what he was gonna get. The same thing he always gets when he comes here; chicken souvlaki platter, a beer, and bakalava for dessert.
"So, those test results wewe were picking up..."
She looked up at him with a challenge in her eyes.
"Am I gonna need to double bag it tonight?" He asked with his usual snark.
She looked at him half amused and half irritated.
"It was a blood test for iron deffiency and wewe won't be bagging anything tonight. This is only a casual outing." She alisema as she closed her menu and leaned back against the booth cushion.
"Outing? That's an interesting word choice. Why not call this a date? Those batting lashes of yours just scream come and get it."
She laughed at his logic and took a sip from the water that had been set out.
"You wish. What do wewe recommend I order?"
"Since wewe have an iron defficency, your best bet is the baked moussaka. It's got beef, eggplant, potato,and zucchini."
She thought for a moment and then pushed her menu away.
"The chicken souvlaki sahani, sinia it is." She declared with a self-satisfied grin written across her face. He rolled his eyes, but he really wasn't annoyed. He was turned on.
"Why did wewe ask for my opinion if wewe weren't going to take it?"
"For fun." She alisema with a chuckle.
"Hmm, I hope you'll remember that sentiment when I get back at you." He alisema in a half-hearted manner.
"Yeah, yeah. So, you're a doctor?" She stated zaidi than actually asked.
"Diagnostician, extraordinaire!"
"Oh,the ego."
"What do wewe do?"
"I sit in a funky diner at ungodly hours trying to get twenty pages of my novel done so my editor will get off my case."
"Much zaidi descriptive than I needed. I gather you're another tortured writer?" He alisema with a raise of his eyebrow in amusement.
"You know I really want to smack that coy eyebrow of yours." She alisema with a fake pout.
House playfully waggled both of his eyebrows in response. They both couldn't help but to break into laughter.
"You know this is one of the better 'outings' that I have ever had."He admitted.
She sighed and her smile softened.
"Been good so far."
"You know wewe happened to decide on the exact same thing that I always order."
"Really? That's either a very good thing au a very bad one." She alisema with a smirk.
"Well, the night, as they say, is still young."
"Garcon! We're ready to order." House abruptly yelled to the nearest bus boy who could hear.
"One of the best dives in Princeton." He alisema as he sat across from her and lay his cane against the table.
She opened up a menu and began to scan for something to order. House merely watched her for a moment. He already knew what he was gonna get. The same thing he always gets when he comes here; chicken souvlaki platter, a beer, and bakalava for dessert.
"So, those test results wewe were picking up..."
She looked up at him with a challenge in her eyes.
"Am I gonna need to double bag it tonight?" He asked with his usual snark.
She looked at him half amused and half irritated.
"It was a blood test for iron deffiency and wewe won't be bagging anything tonight. This is only a casual outing." She alisema as she closed her menu and leaned back against the booth cushion.
"Outing? That's an interesting word choice. Why not call this a date? Those batting lashes of yours just scream come and get it."
She laughed at his logic and took a sip from the water that had been set out.
"You wish. What do wewe recommend I order?"
"Since wewe have an iron defficency, your best bet is the baked moussaka. It's got beef, eggplant, potato,and zucchini."
She thought for a moment and then pushed her menu away.
"The chicken souvlaki sahani, sinia it is." She declared with a self-satisfied grin written across her face. He rolled his eyes, but he really wasn't annoyed. He was turned on.
"Why did wewe ask for my opinion if wewe weren't going to take it?"
"For fun." She alisema with a chuckle.
"Hmm, I hope you'll remember that sentiment when I get back at you." He alisema in a half-hearted manner.
"Yeah, yeah. So, you're a doctor?" She stated zaidi than actually asked.
"Diagnostician, extraordinaire!"
"Oh,the ego."
"What do wewe do?"
"I sit in a funky diner at ungodly hours trying to get twenty pages of my novel done so my editor will get off my case."
"Much zaidi descriptive than I needed. I gather you're another tortured writer?" He alisema with a raise of his eyebrow in amusement.
"You know I really want to smack that coy eyebrow of yours." She alisema with a fake pout.
House playfully waggled both of his eyebrows in response. They both couldn't help but to break into laughter.
"You know this is one of the better 'outings' that I have ever had."He admitted.
She sighed and her smile softened.
"Been good so far."
"You know wewe happened to decide on the exact same thing that I always order."
"Really? That's either a very good thing au a very bad one." She alisema with a smirk.
"Well, the night, as they say, is still young."
"Garcon! We're ready to order." House abruptly yelled to the nearest bus boy who could hear.
