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[center][b]Location:[/b] The Painted Lady [/center]
[center][b]Interacting with[/b]: [@EurmalEye][/center]


Queenie at least had the apparent decency to wait until Jared was out of earshot before she decided to blather on. 

“What sort of toss service is this?” she moaned “The price we’re paying, and the head chef isn’t bloody here.” She crossed her arms like a stroppy child, pouting. 

“Queenie, do you even want dessert?” Andromeda asked, more than a little perplexed. 

“Well, no...but it's the principle!” 

Andromeda laughed despite herself, rolling her eyes. 

“If it's upsetting you this much, I’m sure we can stop for ice cream or something on the way.”

Andie finished her meal not too long after, just in time for the dessert cart to appear. 

“Fuuuck, I’m stuffed,” she moaned, placing one hand on her engorged stomach “but that chocolate pudding looks soooooooo good.” 

“Christ, I’m gonna have to roll you into the club at this point.” Queenie teased. 

“Oh sod off,” Andromeda chuckled, flipping her cousin off, before turning to the waiter behind the cart “I’ll have the pudding, please.” 

“Urgh, fine,” Queenie groaned “but I’m not letting you get ice cream, now.”